my flat is clean! ok, not of dust-bunnies, but i've finally gotten the installation mess out of the flat and into my small room in clay. so, mega YAY, i don't have to keep tripping over things.
my arms are sore! this week has been killer on my stamina. i've carried 4 dead pc towers up to varsity this week, plus 2 bags of sundry junk. what's left is my tools at home that i will cart up here on the days i work on my installations, but otherwise stay at home.
me head is warped! i don't know if you've ever experienced this kind of dreaming: you're between reality and fantasy. it's hyperreal. it's like you're experiencing life on acid, or other uppers. everything is so viviv, so potent, but you're uneasy because something is not quite right. it's perhaps what delusions are like: so real, so here, so impossible. it's exhausting, and i've been having them this whole past week. my routine isn't drastically changed or altered: still on the same meds, trying to keep to an 11pm curfew, blah blah.
ok, enough of the exclamation marks. it's time for me to go, late and all. whoa is the reader that expects something that i don't remember to bring, or don't have the energy to continue.
chow all.
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