Damn i was finally starting to feel better after all the noises outside my room had ceased for some time, i got my pie (and a sandwich, mind you. I don't like to eat a lot all at once but suddenly got extra hungry in my avoidant starvation) and finally took my 9.30am meds (at nearly 2pm).
Then one of the staff (one of my faves actually) started up a very loud yet unintelligible phone call very nearby, which sounded rather heated. So, naturally, the schizospec brain starts trying to convince itself that he is absolutely most definitely complaining about me to god-knows-who.
Why must i endure such trickery and hijinx* at the hands of my own head 🍜🍝 (spag-head-i?)














