withoutdraw

i hate living in the antarctic, but thank god for the telephone. i keep finding old hairs in my room, but it doesn't much bother me anymore because like Saul said, "no man is an island, but i often feel alone." I've been finding much the same place that i didn't really ever wanted to be in that same old "ohm" that same old shit out the box that never really sent a message, the same old feeling i get when i'm put close up to sausage.

so a funny thing happened to me yesterday. i went to my doctor's app. and he pretty much told me that i'm not add, which is funny because there hasn't really been a time since 4th grade that i haven't been taking the medication for it. sweet.