Excessive

Note To Self: Don't get drunk, come home, and hate yourself.

I had a rather uneventful day today, and I suppose that's what I wanted. I played Skyrim, walked to the grocery store, had meatloaf and mashed potatoes for dinner, and then had a bath later on.

I don't have much to say today... I think I got a lot of it out of my system. I'm nervous about the next few days as life goes back to normal, I always have such difficulty adjusting to things.

Hey, life doesn't have to be all negative. Life can be hot pictures of pretty girls.

I don't remember what I've written about, what I've talked about, I'm not even sure how many days it's been. I've been on drugs pretty much 24/7 since... Thursday? I don't even remember the day it happened. I don't have clear memories of events, or the order of events, in fact most things are a blur of strange emotions and occurrences that don't quite make sense. I've tried playing with sobriety today but it didn't work out. I felt pain and discomfort, and gave in and took meds. I've also been taking Xanax pretty regularly... at first I was taking it to ease the anxiety related to going to the dentist and dealing with the giant swelling jaw that I had, but I've continued using it because the almost drunkenness it causes is a... not a break, but... something similar, to life.

I don't even know where to begin, or what to write about. These last few days have been a crazy, weird, drug induced blur of strange events that blend together and seem to be in random order. I've been on a steady intake of tylenol 3's, antibiotics, xanax, advil and... that might be it. Sleeping pill sometimes too.

Well, I've already fucked up this writing because I wrote a few paragraphs and then closed the window, so I lost it all. I don't really know what I wrote... I'm pretty out of it right now. I'm on two t3s, two xanax, the antibiotics and some advil... kinda makin me feel pretty weird.

I've been having minor tooth aches for the last week... nothing too bad, just took an advil and it was fine. Usually these things pass after a little while, usually I assume I bit down on something too hard or wrong.

I took a long time to wake up this morning, so long in fact that I turned over and saw that I was late. It was after the time I'd have to leave to catch the bus, and I had an assignment due in my first class, so this was cause for some concern. I flew out of bed and sent a text to Calen, asking if he was still home and if I could have a ride, as it was the only way I'd make it to class in time. Luckily, he responded right away and offered the ride, so it all worked out.

I've got nothing to write today because it's late and I need to go to bed!

I will, however, summarize my day really quickly.

I wasn't going to write... I was actually going to go to bed like two hours ago. I was in a weird mood, or am I guess. Life is so many ups and downs, surprises and confusion.