Fourteen holes in the wall

So today was a pretty bad day. It was like the worst sandwich in the world. YOu look at it from the outside, the crust is all nice and fluffy, but the second you bite in your only though is to get it out. I mean, it started and ended well, but the rest was just spolied meats and veggies. I won't give details because that's boring and what I'm going to try and refrain myslef from doing (Today I went to the mall; it was hot; I saw a green poodle- etc).

But lately I'm just having serious doubts about everything, it seems. But I've always been pessimistic and paranoid like that, so it's nothing new. It's just that I think too much, damn it! Sometimes I just wish someone would get inside and drill out this little chunk of my brain so I don't get these many migrains. I heard on some show that this lady got holes drilled in her temples and now she doesn't get headaches anymore. I'd pay for that. Or maybe I just need more sleep. And caffeine.

I haven't been feeling very creative lately; don't know why. Well, I've written a couple of things here and there but the last one I did kinda got out of control and it wound up telling this story of this dude getting high with his grl and then raping her, so that's not what you'd really expect from me, is it? I don't know what that means subconscious wise, maybe just reminding me that drugs are bad. But that's just what they want you to think.