Oooh you're a naughty mess

feeling good/ up early drinking tea/ took an anti to cheer me on, though initially i always feel a little off kilter/ intake de yester: usuals/ had no money (no centavo one) because of various actions of thursday night/ thus alba's sister ordered us a takeaway/ i don't feel too bad/ it never ceases to amaze me just how profoundly my physical and psychological bearing is affected by lack of sleep/ i sweat, my throat feels raw and dry, my stomach groans, my forehead burns; and my mind is usually crowded by faceless ghouls/ small wonder i was such a screwed up teen-early-to-mid-twenty-something/ sleep had been the making of me/ some see methadone as a millstone, but i know i was held back in ways far more profound before i started taking it/ i have been freed by this particular dependence/