Orange is the smell of a storm, the colour of earth in the sky, of the sun in the rain. In the night you can taste orange, hearing the sky, hearing the rain.
It is a birthday tomorrow, and today I didn't think much about it. Flowers were delivered to her, cards were sent to her. She took a bath, and I shrugged most people off today.
I ate left over stir fry for breakfast, along with a little yogurt mixed with applesauce. I took my half a Paxil. At lunch I had some left over stir fry, a banana, and took my 5-htp. For dinner I ate some pasta, some salad, some bread.
Emily tried talking to me tonight, I told her I didn't think I wanted to talk to her. She listened. I feel there's more than a sliver of sadism in me. I did some dishes before bed, brushed my teeth, popped a new tone from my ear. I take my half Seroquel before bed.
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