Today was a very interesting experience for me because ever since the you-know-what, I've felt very sad and alone. Dr. Morell's treatment does seem to be helping, but there are two sides to that coin. On the one hand, I no longer feel
To be fair, Dr. Morell did warn me that I might experience a loss of feeling, but he never once mentioned that would extend to my wearing adult diapers 24/7. I used to be able to drink three cups of coffee and hold it through three Senate sub-committee hearings, including that Benghazi thing where everyone blamed me for everything that wasn't my fault. Now I just sit here in bed all day, springing more leaks than Julian Assange on a good day. Bessie practically wiped out Costco's supply of Depends last week.
Sweet Jesus, I'm burning through that stuff like a crack whore on meth.
I have to admit that I
Even though he
Life is so odd, diary. In a strange way, I feel a kind of kinship with Assange. We're both prisoners of our circumstances. We're both so terribly misunderstood. And yet we find ourselves on two different sides of the mirror. Maybe I could learn something from him. Maybe I should grow my hair longer.
I wonder how I'd look in a black turtleneck.