I worked for eight hours...damn pharmacy!

I dreamt about Philly all night...and when i woke up, my neck was strangely all fucked up...I have been popping pills all day. From Motrin, Advil, Tylenol...
I have started to write again, thank the Lord! It's called L'Avenir de Trois or in English, "The Future of Three." It's about three people that remember their childhood.

There isn't really much to say...I have lost my witty and urbane touch on reality...hopefully a jump start to school will help that out.
sadness...