Don't tell anyone, but I'm kind of drunk.

Steve’s sister came tthrough. I now have a can of chaw and a 350 of vodka under my pillow. Only, I don’t like drinking vodka by itself. Good thing we have a snack fridge with delightful little cartons of OJ in them. There is a sign on its door that says BE REASONABLE.

Haha. I’ll give it a shot.

Have been palming or tongue-ing my meds to ditch them. I’d rather be mentally ill than drugged.

My dogs came and visted me. It was nice. We went out into the woods and over by the stream. Warm today, almost 60.

I’m going to leave, I decided. Soon.

I miss my dogs too much and I can’t fucking take it anymore.