2004-11-10 - 7:16 a.m.
See, it's really like this heavy wet blanket under my skin. Over my skull, my shoulders, my arms, pressing and soggy. Sometimes cold and terrifying, sometimes warm and it envelopes me. Maybe there's a stupor.
And the blanket just keeps dripping and dripping, it's enough to drive me insane. Skin crawling and I feel like the dripping comes out my eyes, out over my tongue. I fight it but I want to explode, it makes me so angry. And tired.
Sometimes it dries a bit, and the release of weight is enormous, freeing. The creatures go away.
But right now it's here.
