It's interesting

how you can go from above to below in such a relative short amount of time.

I wonder if I remember things I've imagined or if I remember hallucinations. Or if I was dreaming.

I don't know what's happening. If I did, maybe I could be a better sport about some of the other shit. But that shit still hurts, even though it shouldn't. Or maybe it should. I don't know. That is the problem.

Well, at least I know what the view is like from this side of the coin. But not really, no.

I had something brilliant I wanted to write here, but I forgot it. Too bad, I guess. I'm just a little bit annoyed, because I think it was important.