Current mood:	groggy
Current music:	The Moth - Ritchie DiSalvo: Anthony the Hat

Meanderings
Finally got around to The Stars' Tennis Balls. Beautifully written, depressing as hell. Stephen Fry is unfairly brilliant. I admit to never having read or seen an adaptation of The Count of Monte Cristo, so it was new to me, although revenge stories are classic and I do love a good revenge story.

The upped dose of Risperdal is making me sleep a lot. It doesn't zombify me when I'm awake like most antipsychotics, though, and it seems to be helping with the paranoia. I just nap often and long.

My birthday's crept the fuck up on me, I can't believe it's so close. Already almost October, this year has flown. Tomorrow I'm gonna go talk to the guy at Industrial Primitives about my scarification. Nervous as hell.