March 21, 2011

i hear and obey you

dear i ain't sure diary,

today should turn out to be a busy day, for me anyway. but you never do know how things will turn to be. just depends how it goes i suppose. if i can get up and out of the bed- it will be a great start. but i cant seem to sleep more than a few hours at a stretch- some kind of imbalance in my brain. i think i am an alien sometimes- because i often see lights when i close my eyes and hear tapping and high pitch frequencies when there should be dead silence. i am used to all the radioactive sounds and extra transmissions i receive- especially during thunderstorms when activity is so high and at times- unbearable. the tv sends me messages- at times i am unable to decode- and at other times- i am able to deliver those messages as i am so told. i tell the garbage man to get my trash and dispose of it properly. he does. i never throw any of my medication bottles away without rinsing first and always always peel my labels. and i know never to disclose any information sent through the channels of further direct alien communication. there it is once again, the tapping- "tap, tap, tap."