Stayed home popping klonopin today. Illness in the family is stirring up memories of Dad and other unpleasant things. This crap is getting beyond old. I need a new brain.

BRAAAAAAAAAAAINS.

I hate having time off from work. I accomplish nothing with the time. All I do is think all day, and have nightmares all night. Last night I dreamed that my father called me a thief. He was angry. I woke up shaking. I can't answer the phone. I can't answer my email. Days like this make me realize that nothing has really changed.