The LASM is back, big time. I should've gone to that thing, at that place today. Instead I stayed home, and let the LASM consume me. Too bad one stop didn't have any S. Any my "attempts" to scalp W on the way were as productive as lucrative as my "attempts" themselves.
I think I did a good job of letting my parents know. I just dumped a pot full of fresh cooked minute rice into the trash can. Take that Dr. Phil! I'm out of control. I had a flash back to my first encounter with LASM earlier today where I rolled around unpredictably doing my best impression of having a seizure I could conjure up. Last time I did it right after a shower on my bed full of clothes.... Well, at least now I sleep on that bed. Ironically enough, this time it was on the floor next to the bed-- where I used to sleep. Last time a trip to random stores helped settle my thoughts. This time, I'll ride this wave out until I've squeezed every last bit of dopamine out of my poor nerve cells.
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