Yesterday was a Modest Mouse marathon, today is Chevelle. Have been blaring it since 6am and I hope my asshat/drug dealing neighbors can hear it (they're into rap). Still do not have access to my keys although I think I'm well enough to drive now. Need to call the gynecologist today. I don't even remember who she/he is or where she/he is located. Yesterday I realized it's been well over three years since I got the implant and now I'm on Tegretol and I've had otherwise unprotected sex and have not had my period so.... f**k.

I think the crash is coming.