Vzzzzzzzzt

That's what my head feels like, sounds like, tastes like... It makes me want to walk and walk and walk and walk until I can't think anymore, until I can't talk anymore, until I can't buzz anymore.

I want my dog to pop so I can be distracted.

I feel sick.
I am sick.
I really don't like it in here.
It's all cloudy.
My body feels wrong.

Where does depression hurt?
Yes, doctor, where does it hurt? Here? Here? Here? What if I press here?
Yes.
I'm tired of being a patient.

There's this place for sale in Gold Beach that I want to lay hands on. I want something mine. Screw this staying at home shit.