Necessary Mutilation

Weight: 238 lbs.

My head feels full of fuzz, electricity, and murderous rage. There is way more in it of every kind (including racing thoughts, at times), except hair.

This is a pleasant intro to today’s entry, isn’t it?!

I am quite miserable and exhausted, and just awoke after several tries on Tom’s part to get me up sooner. I got out of work a little early and could think of nothing more suitable to do than to collapse in a fetal position in bed. What sleep I did get, however, just like at night, was restless, anxious, and fitful, and now I feel zombie like as I am trying to recoup some evening before going to bed for real in just a little while.

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