July 26th, 2007

Better

Lots and lots of time at the shrink's office today.

Bad breakdown last night.

Manic break from reality.

But - at least I go crazy in amusing ways. For some reason at 1 a.m. I felt a strong driving need to feed Rome Girl and when she was like "dude, I'm sleeping, I don't want to eat" I would have none of it.

"I need to feed you," I apparently cried.

Fuckity fuck fuck fuck.

Anyway, I aparently halucinated that she had told me she wanted food.

But the running theory from both my doctor and Rome Girl is that this is not a bad thing. It's part of my progress.

Got to break some eggs to make an omelet.