Fluorescent sunshine bulbs, bluish green, pulse down the left visual field, late night. I need cigarettes. I should quit. Pain from the left lung, out of vicodin, that was good shit, that, had nice dreams while I had that. Nightmares in analog.
Pop goes the weasel.
Perhaps I've not come as far as I had thought. I need a shower. My bed feels too large to sleep in alone, so the couch is the drug of choice. Perhaps I should seek therapy. Or, I could get drunk enough to not dream.