Weeks pass. Years, even. The combination of anti-depressants and depressants, while
initially titillating, almost always leads me to an interminably rough sleep, followed
by a solid hangover replete with a nauseous giddiness. If I can eliminate the guilt
and dissuade the indifference from completely taking over my soul, it is on these
days that I am most contemplative. And at my most creative.
