The day has not gotten less weird.
Year: 2014 Page 3 of 26
Trying to wipe the sleep from my eyes and come to terms with the day, I’m still seeing things. My vision is clearing. I got halfway to work before I knew I wasn’t dreaming.
Sleep helps.
I shut my eyes. Hoping the pills would help. I fell asleep. I don’t know how long I was out. It feels like hours but I’m only two stops ahead on the train. Opening my eyes, I hope for the best. My head feels a little better.
My head started to hurt again today. I took something. Then something more. It doesn’t help. (It never helps.) The pain is there. Sitting atop my shoulders.