I guess I lied about that whole radical progress thing. I'm over it. People helped me get over it. I think I have progressed, maybe not radically, but I've taken some positive steps.


Right now though I'm fucking wired. I can't move but I can't not move. It's a painful position.

I don't know if I should pass out or read or run the perimeter or drink that bottle over there.

Going home is always freakin' weird man. Coming back is weirder.


Damn son I feel weirdddderiirrredddedreidfadaoneaogutgnaohgqn9039r3hfnvoufa!

I am a likely lad. What happened to me?