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Mood: Bloody.
Listening to: Come as You Are.
Reading: Delta of Venus (Or "Little Birds")
Watching: The Pagemaster. (Hell yeah.)

My nose is bleeding. Hard. It's like a little waterfall, only it's blood and it's coming out of my nose. I've bled all over my shirt, my keyboard, and my eggroll. Aw, hell.

I'm now digging through the after-effects of rehab. Which include.

*Three pills a day. And that's getting off easy, according to the nice nurse Mrs. No Neck Big Ass Jenner.

*The shakes. And I'm not kidding. These little muscle spasms come straight from hell. I'll be trying to light up, or open a coke, or pet my damn cat, or write something down and WHAM! random loss of control of muscle activity. And Jack jerks around like he's been electrocuted. While inconvenient, my little cousin laughs his ass off. So it's also a perk?

*Nose bleeds. According to the doctor, I fucked my nose up bad snorting shit. So from now on, I'm going to suffer nose bleeds. They're not painful as much as annoying as hell. Especially when you're about to kiss. Jesus, I'd have been better off staying /on/ tha shit.

*Assorted stupid activities I'm forced to do. They had to teach me to write correctly again, and color inside the lines. So now I'm supposed to color in a page out of my coloring book every day. It's hellish. Who wants to color in a goddamn clown when they're shaking like a bitch? Christ, those people are sadistic fucks.

That's really about it.

I got my taco.

Kira talked me out of suicide. Though, I have no idea why. All I ever do is piss her off. But she's sexy and she knows it. And she knows I love her. And she has a boyfriend.

Maybe I'll send them a happy, coloured-in clown card.

<3 Jack.

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