Stop doing so many drugs so I can write. Yeah. Or maybe wire something into my brain that writes it for me, like voice to text on my cell so I can be out doing more stuff to write about. ;) Or just getting higher and having really great sex.
Okay...time management is definitely an issue here. I try music, tv as background, chores... Healing from the bite that Giovanni gave me last week which I am justifying like a battered wife as a panicked attempt to get me out of bed to give him his special Fancy Feast or maybe eating my face since he thought I was dead. I like how the augmentin flushed me out and got me down to 126 and loving my body but still feeling guilty about not working out and a little concerned over my missed period.
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