I read somewhere that the New Moon makes us feel raw and vulnerable.
I can believe that.
I stayed up late, writing, but when it finally came my sleep was long and dreamless. That was a relief.
I think I feel slightly better than I have done for the last few days. That might be because I am settling into taking three Trazodone at night and none in the morning. My Librium intake is down a bit, which is good.
I saw the sea today -- they are building a new beach.
Importing 34,000 tons of sand.
Funny to think of them building something 'natural'.
I want to write something analogous, about my pills and me and madness, about who the real me is, but my head is still mush.
So, [***insert profound real me analogy here***]
And have a good evening.
