It's a few locked LJ writings later and flannel's got me thinking of souls and machines and beasts, while in the nethers I've taken a butalbital to get rid of tension headache, soft technology in hard blue form. Opiates are so softly seductive, silkedged curling and whispering, touching, drawing me down to the bed. Ration them out and they whimper and whine, why one at a time? Because because because. I only want sleep and I wake at 6:30. No doubt I'll be up at two. Try to leave a record.