Fuck….why do I have a bad feeling about this…
People say that taking klonopin and vicodin at the same time won’t help anything….but they’re full of shit.
Strangely I’m looking forward to Tuesday.
No. I’m done.
When it’s late at night, and I’m venturing upstairs and moving through the house to go to the garage for a cigarette, I pretend that the Collector guy is stalking me, and I gotta be all sneaky and creep around the house cautiously, like Arkin.
Don’t judge me. It’s fun and makes me feel adventurous, two things my real life are severely lacking. (Did I mention this is even more fun to do when it’s raining?)