oh boy...

Took two Klonopins and that old familiar feeling is back: my limbs are full of lead and I'm swimming through a sea of sweet honey molasses (not literally; I can't swimm... well, actually, I can). There are some enjoyable aspects of the Klonopin krush. So enjoyable I can't describe them, because describing them would mean futilely ascribing words to an experience that cannot be articulated with alphabetic systems.

I need sleep, which I have not been getting recently, and, most important, RELIEF from this fucking school work. Arrggggghhhhh!

Discombobulatedly (sic) yours,

xx