Its Sunday, 10pm and I can hardly remember a thing I have done this weekend. I remember leaving work on Friday, I remember 5 minutes ago. I remember how absolutely depressed I am thinking about having to go to work tomorrow. I am having writers block about what to write about, I am craving the sweet sensation of lorazepam and how the sleep comes so peacefully and quickly. How I will sleep until 8 am with less than the normal amount of nightmares. Only I can’t sleep until 8 am. I am almost out of Lorazepam and am fighting of sleep, for fear of the night terrors that haunt me. My house looks good, a major cleaning spree, some paint, an area rug and some dollar store trinkets, I have turned into pieces of art = a serene environment with a modernized twist. Watching Dexter, my favorite average superhero. I love serial killers and wait in anticipation for the revelation of the illustrious ICE TRUCK KILLER. Probably not good for the night terrors.
Until tomorrow…..
