Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. Sarcasm meter is running on high. I'll try to spare you. I should take something, but meds have a track record of making it worse for me. They tell me "its all in your head" yeah, it is all in my head, but it still makes me feel queazy, and I won't take pills, or liquid form. Ugh. Gross. I didn't make it through Lord of the Rings last night. I zonked out right in the middle of a battle. I felt like my mom, falling asleep during the climax of a movie, but my eyes felt like they weighed a million pounds, and I was warm and comfortable.... ZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzz....
I had dreams of bows and arrows and swords. and rings. And weird little creatures with multiple personality disorder.
"Not master!"
"Yes, master"
"Master is our friend!"
"you don't have any friends!"
"Not listening! Not listening!"
"Nobody likes you, murderer."
"Go away"
"Go away! Go away he says!"
"I hate you,"
"Where would we be without me? You survived because of me, You need us!"
"Not anymore."
"What?"
"Not anymore! Master takes care of us now!"
"What?"
"Go away and never comeback! Go away and never comeback! GO AWAY AND NEVER COME BACK!!!"
"rahhhh..."
"He's gone! Go away we says. and away he goes! Smeagoll is free!!!"
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