1:44 p.m. - December 30, 2002
Strong evidence for the case building against me: Jason is going loony. Don't nurses and psychiatrists ask people what day is it? to discern states of reality and with-it-ness?
Yes, I laugh, but I am perturbed. I thought I was a day ahead of schedule; now I am a day behind. A mental fuck, this.
I'm tired today and the pesky headache has returned; slept in until 8 and it felt good, as did a shower under water a few degrees off scald.
Know any jokes? I need to laugh.