I have not been very good about taking my pills this week.

Actually I haven't been very good about doing much of anything this week.

I'm just nauseous and woozy and don't even want to keep my eyes open right now.

I had a dream about going to see Star Trek with my extended family, except my cousins got possessed by some kind of smoke monsters and I had to bop them on the heads until the smoke went away and the movie was starting soon so I had to do it quickly. And then there was a huge line at the concessions booth, and my dad cut in line behind Sean Connery and confused the fuck out of him until he got flustered and left. And my brother and my dad and one of my cousins were rolling blunts to smoke in the theater.

It was very strange, to say the least.