October 19, 2007
I'm letting mania get away with me again and I've got to stop it. Pronto. This is a very, very dangerous time of year and I can goddamn sure feel it tugging me about once again, that thin fine golden autumn light starts taking me onto or into it's pathway.
So it's early to bed tonight; take a fistful of medications to cut this thing to where it needs cut, so I can sleep, so I can rest, so I can live without getting sailed off into hell. Heaven, first off, but hell is always right there, a yawning chasm.