ive promised to myself ill try posting every day..... not because i want to bore people with my ramblings, more to have something for myself.

today, i woke up late, but hyper. remembered the dreams ive had, and hid under the covers. just fucking weird. including the one in which my doctor said i dont need medication anymore..... i was like, "but but....... " I was terribly upset for some reason. maybe im a closet junkie...

the police are looking for me..... mike got a worried phonecall from Sumitra this morning, saying that police have been round, and thet thorntons have called and that theyre really worried. i think they found my bag. otherwise, im worried. what if i turn up there today, and find out they want to section me, although im not sure you can section someone because of the contents of their handbag. then again, it was MY handbag. it could be lethal, especially in combination with the anarchist cookbook....

had a few worrying but amusing conversations this morning. it involved:
-dogs and cats having spikey penises
-horse penises being very human lloking and exceptionally huge.
-frog sex
-how id like to ride a horse in a long dress and a hat (NOT in a sexual way before you ask!!!! dirty buggers!)



right, run out of rants. btw, im out of medication. this can cause side effects, such as suicidal feelings, panic attacks, anxiety and psychosis......