I'm disconnected, now.

Thursday was dinner out, Friday was Butterfly Effect, Saturday was Bar Sinister and Sunday was Thea's birthday w/her sister in Santa Monica and getting drunk watching the Golden Globes.

Monday was my final appointment, spaghetti for dinner, bit of The L Word, and hung with Andrew (with guest appearances by Jeff & Aimee) for a few.

All of this was good.

But, I swear to fuckin' Christ, when I hit the Kitty I disconnected from the whole fucking world. Suddenly, I'm tired, I'm isolated, and I'm incapable of comprehending any logic but my own. My humor, never very inclusive to begin with, withdraws even further. And my two week high is totally blown.

I have no idea what the fuck happened, but it's like I just crashed off some drug. I'm not digging this at all.

Fuck it, maybe some TV will help. Or the pills they gave me. We'll see.