See, I spent the weekend moving stuff into my new office and wrestled on Saturday. My neck was killing me. So, at the rents, I popped about four tabs of naproxen. Then at night, I took about four tabs of Tylenol PM. I woke up the next morning and popped two more tabs of naproxen cause my neck was still busted.
BUT it turns out my mom actually ran out of naproxen and put Tylenol into the naproxen bottle for reasons she doesn't remember. So I took 5000mg ((4+4+2)*500mg) of Tylenol within six hours - a potentially lethal dose. Luckily, my brother realized this before I took any more.
Man, I'm my own worst enemy.
Fiona and I aren't right for each other. It's not her fault - as usual, it's mostly me. My hands shake so much that I'm only able to use about 10% of my night shots. She's already gone.
I need another camera with an anti-shake feature like this, but fast. The pictures I take remind me that the things I write about really happened.
I'm watching The War with my father and brother. Crazy isn't it? To see how close we are to angels and animals at the same time. I forgot to breathe more than a few times.
Seems like some things never change.
Dunno why, but I find it appropriate for the holidays.
Music: always in a fight cuz I can't do nothin right