Hey
Doctor want
to discharged me from the clinic next week. I don’t want too. But it’s
expensive, that’s the only reason I want to leave the clinic, otherwise it’s
perfect for me at this time in my “life”.
Every
single evening I crave. Nothing unhealthy, but yet enough to make myself sick in
all kind of ways. My belly hurts, my bowels.
S just left
home for work at the arena. I’m sitting in the kitchen with our dog in my lap,
he’s snoring. It’s looks so nice and comfy when he sleeps. I wish I could sleep
that good.
Watching a
documentary from HBO; Paradise Lost… so looong, had to take a break. Heavy
stuff I say.
At 10.15 I
have a meeting with my contact person at the employment office, regarding
planning for the future, my future. And I’m wondering if there is any future.
I need to
be more realistic, I am a heavy shit realist, but not enough I think. Need to
sort everything out up at the upper storey.
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