What do you mean there is 2 more damn bottles? holy crap batman, that means i have 70 pills (which is 70 days) left...Kill me now.
as i sit here at 01.40am ashes in my mouth, breaking out all over in a nice "wet" rash pattern (wet rash is when it breaks open, Dry is a normal rash) my scalp itching like a dog with fleas, my back killing me , my eyesight f'ed up, and i have not done myself in yet, this is a standing testament to one of the following.
1. I don't believe in suicide, you never know whats going to happen next.
2. I am stronger then i think.
3. i want to see if i can make the end of the year , they kind of told me i won't, and most of you know me, i don't do what they tell me to anyways.
4. I hocked my pistol, well no i did not do that, but i did just finish cleaning it and it would be a shame to get it messy.
5. I am just dumb and strong, an add on to number 2.
all aside, i am in pretty miserable shape, but i keep popping them pills, hoping something might kick in and so far the only thing that's kicked in is "radiation recall" look it up, you will like it.
well i guess i will go watch a movie, eat an eskimo pie and scratch, scratch, scratch my night away..
later
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