I still feel pretty out of it, with nothing to show for the pain and nausea this time around. I usually have some dream that tells me something. I have no answers this time.

Maybe they come at the end though.

My computer desk is back, almost a year later, it's back. I kind of forgot what it ever was, but once I had it setup and turned the computer on, I said oh yeah, this is how I was once a computer maniac/sage.

Shadows of people walk by outside. My head is throbbing, pizza babies growing inside of me, etc.

My living room will be a recording studio by the end of the weekend, I'm pretty sure.