Starting pumping iron again. I'm slowly getting back up to speed, this sedentary lifestyle of reckless excess and pharmaceutically induced delirium has not been particularly (cough) charitable to my body. Ah, the pleasant brokenness of the blissful chemicals. These triptamines sprout wings, yeah sure we'll take you over the rainbow Dorothy.

Every morning I get up and I spit up some kinda crazy black slime that occasionally grows a mouth and spits back at me.

Considering going back on anti-depressants but I'm worried about it affecting my recreational drug use :P On the other hand it'd be nice to have some sex drive back, prozac man, that shit is like some whack combination of spanish fly and viagra for me. Hit you up and down, up and down like an explosive powered jack hammer, then ejaculate concrete. We'll cement ourselves together baby. Lay ourselves some bricks that will eventually hatch into skyscapers.

Whenever I'm lifting again it feels good, takes the edge off the entropy, slow but steady progress. Some small but controllable thing. Eventually I'd like to sand myself down into the biological equivalent of an titanium armoured vehicle instead of a pregnant fuel tanker full to the brim with flammable hydrocarbons.

Where's that cigarette.