Tussin, tonin, whatever

I need some tussin, because my tonin (sera or otherwise) seems to have found its way out of my head.

Again, my ability to write effectivley is hindered. I’ve only figured this out: Good friends are one of the best drugs in the world. They’re addictive.

I overdosed on Satuday night. Now I’ve slipped into let-down mode. I want all my friends back. I want life to be as happy as that one weekend of fun. I want to sit in my garage and toss a ball into a trash can. I want it to have meaning.

I’m sure I’ll get back up to speed eventually…but damn if that wasn’t fun.