Strung out

I went to see the doctor on Tuesday. Apart from family, he's the only person (who I see regularly that is) who has known me since I was born, since before I was born even, and has watched me grow up. When I think about it, it's a little embarrassing. But he's a good man. He knows his shit.

He started me on a new drug, on top of the ones I already take, for the pain. He said to take it at night so that the side-effects wouldn't interrupt things too much. Nice plan, but they seem to have spilled into the next day and I feel totally strung out today.

I've been reading this book called Sushi Central by Alasdair Duncan. It's an excellent book. I'm halfway through it and I have no idea why it's called that though. The main character is a 16 year old boy, Calvin, who falls for this other boy, Anthony, who has a secret, although I don't know what that is yet because I haven't gotten that far. It's written in a really unique way, like a sixteen year old would think or talk.

Because I feel so strung out today, I feel very... deep. Profound even. I guess that's the best way to explain it. I think I'm a little impressionable. In my mind I'm thinking like the kid in the book. It's kinda weird since it's nothing like I usually think or talk.

This is a bit of a nothing post. I'm in such a weird mood. I just started writing and here we are. I did a google image search for Calvin and Anthony and this is what I got.