Not Sleepy in Texas City

Can't sleep. I feel disconnected and/or scattered.

Sammy and Tux just both headed under the plastic lawn chair that sits in the kitchen. That was funny.

I feel impending doom. Death is in the air.

The other night I dreamed I got hit by a car and wounded as I ran from a woman with an ax who was going to catch me sooner or later and wack me to death.

My hair is falling out. My feet hurt. My left eye is swollen.

I don't know why I exist anymore. Once upon a time I thought I knew. Now it doesn't seem to matter anymore.

I am going to start taking my mood boost pills again.