When I'm tired all the thoughts in the world are attracted to my brain. It sends out a fragrance of weakness as my body is deteriorating and the last drop of coffee slips to the floor.
At this stage I'm consumed by the devils around me as they haunt my daily routine, engraving lines around my eyes. Tiring my body until I'm forced to be alone, tramuatized by their role in my dreams. Guiding me on a path I dont want to take, but cant pinch myself out of.
I'm never really alone while they're here, but its better to be alone when they're here. They cause heartache and bleeding enough to drive a sane person crazy. Cause irriatibility and a draving for those absurdities we take-in during everyday life.
These demons break-down my entire system of willpowere and judgement leaving a lacking placement in my mind. No longer able to bear the cruel tactics of everyday life.
Damn the PMS demons.
Until tomorrow then,
Your Neighborhood Superman
I'm glad you told me at the end of your entry who the demons were. I didn't have a clue until then. I thought maybe you had sold your soul to the devil, or some such.
I will be on vacation in 3 weeks! Woot!
I will be going NOWHERE on my vacation and that's just the way I like it. I am a recluse.
I want you to use your intuition to intuit Alex back here. Send him one of your Superman telepathic commands. Tell him there is great sorrow and gnashing of teeth in sitD land and that he is urgently needed to soothe the wailing populace. You tell him all that.