Meds are all wonky, spent the good part of the weekend on the couch dizzy not knowing which end of me was up. I've fucked up my birth control somehow and its making everything all out of whack. Everything fees like slow motion and I've had "Crimson and Clover" in my head for three days. I tried to go out for a bit on Saturday night and that didn't end well, after the first couple drinks I needed to leave. It doesn't help that I haven't been able to sleep worth shit since the people downstairs are working on their apartment at all sorts of strange hours, banging on the ceiling and such... I can only imagine that they are installing lighting of some sort.

I am so sick of there always being something to worry, or complain about... And the sound of THAT DAMN TABLE SAW.