day ten: as normal as I have felt in ten days--I cannot tell if a blending has occurred and what was yellow and blue is now green or if familiarity breeds a dullness of perception--levels of irritation seem to be returning to a less drugged out state,...

sense of sarcasm is gone--pleasant inviting tone in my voice is surprising to myself--sadness surfaces as an intellectual experience, still felt within the body, but lacking emotional energy--the feeling is similar to being cut with a surgical scalpel,...

metaphors and similes, two of my favorite literary devices, have lost their appeal; more so the simile, which now looks distractingly transparent--only succinct, original metaphors hold interest reading Paul Auster's novel Invisible--read over eighty...

if you have ever travelled to a place you've been before, one with strong memories, you realize quickly that although the geography is the same, the place is not, and what was, is not now--now, as in the present moment, is unforgivingly...

less drowsy--hearing still seems muted--sensation on top of head remains--general malaise just short of lassitude--awareness of being unwhole without clear comprehension--a vague fuddleness--a sense of the meds only holding moor--tethered to the dock...