9 March -
Thanks for all the interest. I’m feeling better. Oh, and to Cliff from Brighton: Yes, it’s a mole. Please stop asking about it.
I was a little unsteady on my first day with the new stuff, but Nurse assured me that I’ll be “back to normal in no time”. Sure. Let’s see you try to get around town with this thing. I dream of killing you with a linoleum knife.
What am I writing? Pay it no mind. The pharmacist has been having fun with my prescriptions again, I think. It all started when the doctors decided that I could start to come of the heavier stuff. Ever since then, the pain has been manageable but constant, and I’ve had the peculiar smell of daffodils waft past me every once in a while, though no flowers could possibly be blooming at this time of year.
I don’t know what I’d do without my beloved online slots to keep me going. Peace out, y’all.
10 March -
Right this very second I’m writing in complete darkness. I woke up shivering in the middle of the night…the clock in the corner of my screen says 3:15am but I know that’s not right. I never reset it from daylight savings time. I just figured that it would be fixed when it came around again.
I had the most horrible dream. It was as vivid as anything I’ve ever experienced in real life. I was sitting here just as I am now, but with the bedside light on. I was playing at my usual online casino USA on my laptop, just like any other night, when suddenly the wind rose outside.
I could hear the brittle dried-skin leaves scratching like unkempt old fingernails across the charred and broken concrete outside. A faint noise of rusty metal scraping against moldy stone echoed through the inky darkness. All of a sudden,