Sunday, 9 August 2009



I thank God, that I'm out of hospital.

Bad drugs, bad experience!

I am blessed to be home again. That Ketamine was bad crazy! (As the late Hunter S. Thompson might say.) I became quite paranoid and afraid from the stuff. Not fun... I thought I was going crazy!

A lot of the time, I don’t know what to do with myself -- except play harmonica, watch TV, listen to music, and browse the Internet. My thoughts are often in disarray, which is irritating. I can feel pretty down. At the moment, it’s a little upsetting.

I'll find my rhythm, though. It usually takes time, after I get back.

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