So, the other night, I took my sleeping meds, and I guess I dissociated. I say that because I don't remember a whole lot.

I must have forgot I took the first two pills which I normally take, because the next day there was four gone. I remember sitting here at about seven am before that and I couldn't sleep.

The next thing I remember is walking in the door and my boyfriend being like, where the heck were you - I have no idea. I vaguely remember going for a walk, but it seems dreamlike and unreal. I had two window screens, a broken skateboard and a weird lamp cover. No idea where they came from.

Flash again, and I dont remember anything. I guess according to shawn I walked up to our room and immediately started acting really young. Started painting a picture on the computer of a cat and a stick man, and when he asked me who it was I guess I said "me and dharma" which is one of my cats. I guess I didn't say too much, and then I went to sleep.

This scared the bejeesus out of me. I've dissociated manys a time, but never left the house before in the wee hours like that. Im almost wondering if I should put an extra keylock on the door from the inside, just in case.

On top of that Im crankycrankycranky, I have way too much headchatter, and I feel like I can't get a break.