The past week has been like this. I get intensely cold, stay that way for about 8 hours, and then I get so hot and sweaty I feel slippery. Its not so fun.

I've also been tired pretty much all week. No matter how much sleep I get I always want more. But the more I sleep on my old bed the more my back hurts, the more my backs hurts the more I want to lay down. Its a vicious cycle.

Besides those two complaints its been pretty good since we last talked. I think my mind got so fried with all the repressed violence that it finally just turned itself off. I feel immortal. Not the gay kind of immortal where you go around being a pussy vampire. Oh excuse me, PUSSY vampire. More like the tired, indifferent shade that you may not always see or hear, but you know she is always there, always watching. That kind of immortal. Which I think is good, its probably a better way to cope.

On another note, but kind of the same...

I dont think I am ever gonna really get along with my sister, she is such a bitch. A couple weekends ago me an my mom went up and visited that pregnant cow and she pretty much found a way to be condescending in every situation. I dont know if my mom doesnt see it of if she just chooses to keep thinking that everything is ok between me and the bearer of her ever precious grandchildren.

But yeah. We're not friends.