My mood did some steeple chasing… no stupid analogy.  Icarus?

I was sad once this week thinking… I might actually be crazy… my character may not be gentle man who helps, but rather crazy Jeff.  It is possible nobody would be surprised to lean about my drug abuse. The image of pefection I have lived a life in search of, is 100% in my head.

recap. Throught the day, as I expand my limited interaction with other people, I see signs. Things that I do are in memories of my family’s decline. Of my decline.

Losing things. Forgeting details etc. However, its the way I’ve noticed I interact these days.

meth is the only drug I’ve tried, where I wasn’t worried they thought I was stoned. Perhaps I should investigate whether that is true. I’ve been living higher than I wanted to admit. I say coke and meth don’t give me the high others get, but I’m starting to think it always did. I just never noticed it.  I’ve noticed desisions made while high may not always match those made by tomorrow Jeff.

No.  I mean whatever we’re calling Just Jeff today. Tomorrow Jeff is the worst Jeff and we’ve never met.

I imagine he’ll really hate us all one day, but its not today.

Sleep well Westley, I’ll most likley kill you in the morning.

tired wave.

goodnight irene.