Chapter 9
I woke up on the couch this morning. I have no idea what happened the night before. What day is it? Saturday? How long has it been? What have I been doing for the last two months? I don't know. I don't want to. I hate these kinds of thoughts.
I rush into the kitchen hands shaking. I rummage through the drawer. I need something... I stocked up a while ago, when was it? Tuesday? I had no idea what day it was.
I find a little bit of LSD and breathe a sigh of relief. The apartment was a mess. Ughhh these thoughts...
What was that?
I see myself rummaging through my belongings.
A lamp shades flies so gracefully through the air.
I stop to admire it then slowly slump to the floor.
I am not alone.
It's Arnold. Oh it's him again. I see him all the time. I love when he comes to visit. Sometimes he comes in the middle of the night with all kinds of weird colors I've never seen before. I don't know how he does that...
Something is different this time. He doesn't look like he usually does.
This isn't right. Soimething's wrong.
I don't even know anymore. I'll just try to sleep. Go to bed.
Go to bed.
Go to bed
Nobody's ever told me that. Nobody has ever told me to go to bed.
Isn't that weird?
I watch the wallpaper wiggle around.
It's so funny how t does that. How does it do that?
I think there was a cat?
A cat?
Yeah it was just a cat.
I think.
It's hard to tell sometimes when they scurry around like that.
I hate being a penguin.
