Short and sweet

You know when you wake up and you've had a whole lifetime in your sleep? When you've had so many dreams you could swear you're a pensioner now? Well, that was last night. After that cocktail of drugs I slept like an LSD addict. Today has been like the morning after the night before (or rather, the afternoon before) and I am somewhat groggy. It's not what I had done yesterday, it's just the effect of rolling around in circles all night. Never a good plan. Making a mental note to never do it again. They already give me half the dose of that cover drug because I go so mental with it. Je-soos, my body behaves most ridiculously sometimes. Oh, look, good drugs, NO WE DON'T WANT THEM PANIC PANIC, we fucking love supporting the cancer cause we're hard and all that. Whatever will we do with Constanze's blood?

My neck is driving me bonkers. I look like I got mauled by an angry bear armed with sandpaper. Well, maybe it doesn't look that bad but it sure feels that bad. Ish. Maybe the bear was only a bit annoyed. Anyway, whatever the level of itching, I'd quite like my neck to give over because I keep rubbing my neck against walls and people and trees and stuff and I look like a mental. Even when I hug friends I like to get a good old rub on their shoulder and it's starting to creep them out.

B.E.D. That's where I'm heading. Typing makes my fingers ache.

Constanze xXx