Of stitches & thought processes.

I've been doing really well these past couple of days. I managed not to play with the stitches in my mouth too much, which is a good thing. The bad thing is, well, I started playing with it a couple of hours ago. I think I've managed to unravel the stitches somehow. It's been taking my mind off of my horrid cold I've mysteriously succumbed to. I sound like a pre-pubescent boy who's voice is just starting to change coupled with the joy of discovering porn for the first time.

Currently reading The Illuminatus! Trilogy. I remember picking this up a couple of months ago, very eager to get into it. I got distracted by Murakami & forgot about it. But now I'm back to it. On page 42 at the moment. I've also started re-reading The Sandman #1: Preludes & Nocturnes but this time focusing on everything much more than the first time.