Confusion

I distinctly remember looking at the clock before I went to bed. 1/19/2010.
That means when I woke up it should have been 1/20/2010. No. It was still 1/19/2010. I was lost for most of the day. I guess that is what happens when you go to bed in the wee hours of the morning.

Damn her for introducing me to Marlboro No. 27. Pipes take too long to smoke. Cigars and cigarillos smell weird. Marb reds are too harsh. Marb mediums and Marb lights have no flavor. But Blend No. 27 has flavor without the burn. Dangerous.

Looking for apartments. I'm excited. My own place, really. I can decorate, have parties, have company. It's all I dream about.

I was explaining tonight that the voices have started again. As soon as I try to sleep, there's this constant conversation in my head. It stopped a couple weeks ago when I actually tried to listen to what was being said and respond. But, the voices are back. It's just when I sleep. I think it's my subconscious trying to process - there's just not enough time betwee 3 and 9 am to get it all out.

See - I'm okay! really! :)