Before friday- ate some thorn pizza, smoke, watched some Doc Who. Friday- battled with an unconscious ghost, hosted a party for most of my guests, one person came. Yesterday- walked to the store, stepped in hot tar, got blisters under my fingernails. Last night- soaked my blisters in psilocybin, saw Jim Morrison. The morning after- woke up at 7, played on the guitar, had a smoke, had another smoke, watched the X-files. Today’s evening- Stood in the same place for a while, I’m still here somehow, smoke, dishwasher, Lost my real leg in a fire. Tomorrow- wrote all about it. . . Well I guess I’m doing fine.