Seems to be the theme of the past week. Sometimes I feel like reality itself is about to split in two. Dammit the seroquel was making this stop for a while there.

I don't get it. I don't do street drugs and I've never even touched meth. Honestly I think I need a creative outlet; my normal creativity is getting bottled up because of my grad studies (trust me you do not want to be creative in a university) and finds its way out through less than healthy expressions. So, yeah. That's what I am off to do but first I have to clean up the mess in my house. If I saw someone else's house in this state I would wonder if they had a major drug problem but in my case I am actually cutting back on things like coffee and alcohol but I'm still acting like a damn tweaker.