Quantum Entanglement (A Love Story)
To this day, the scariest poker player ever is Brian Townsend.
I'm very tempted to write publicly on my experiences in Four different psych wards over the years.
But there is a, "what happens in vegas, stays in vegas" kinda feel to it.
It's also not that interesting.
I'll summarize the four, and will consider sharing more in the future.
1) Tortured for two weeks
2) Felt like an awkard Summer Camp
3) Military Training with Three Other Heroes
4) Tortured for seven weeks
Was it volunteer or did they make you?
Getting locked up for crazy (and then having to prove to idiots that I'm not) has always been one of my biggest concerns.
I am totally spent.
Mood and low grade anxiety have been mercurial this morning.
Possibly taking a few hours off from blogging.
I have 7 Ativan pills and 8 nights to consider.
That means I'm ahead of schedule.
My Doctor better be plussed.
What often brings me down:
Laying in bed trying to sleep.
Breathing pattern changes.
Anxiety over breathing ensues.
What always brings me up:
A good joke.
Adult films when the actors are having fun.
Speaking on the phone with friends.
Stepping outside.
A good Poker Game.
What sometimes brings me up:
Sleeping.
Weed.
Coffee.
Laying in bed.
I'd like to think that I am a dedicated friend. My inner circle is really close to me, and I spend many hours every day talking to my people.
The truth is I didn't know that much about what it meant to be a good friend prior to interacting with All-inMclovin.
He's the older brother I never had.
Shoutout to Mclovin. The most loved mod on 2p2.
♥
It’s easy to be a good friend to you.
I guess (???) I got a little sleep after dinner tonight.
I should buy one of those fancy watches that tracks sleep.
The Night Pill is kicking in as I write this.
Already hemming and hawing whether I will drink coffee when I wake up.
Coffee : Tuma : : Alcohol : Charles Bukowski
*Sleep Chart*
Sleep: 3.75hrs
Awake: 6am, Monday
I'm going back to bed.
(And by the way, I will be drinking coffee when I wake up.)
Detroit is the hardest city in America.
You live here, usually you either die or you flee.
But if not, you can end up a King like me.
A flock of birds, hovering above
Just a flock of birds, that's how you think of love
And I always look up to the sky
Pray before the dawn
'Cause they fly away
Sometimes they arrive
Sometimes they are gone
They fly on
