The Right Stuff

Today I am trying to keep myself occupied. Lots of writing to be done, and some housey stuff, and just any stuff really.

I am tense.

I think: if I can write down what it is that is making me tense, then it will go, but there is so much to write. And once you write it down, it's just insignificant crap.

I need to come off some of these pills. My head is mush. I think it's the Trazodone that does it. And I need to look at my money. My bank statement terrifies me, but it needs to be done. And I need to buy flannels.
There is so much crap in my head.

I wonder where all the good stuff is hiding?