My only side effect from my medications and the schizophrenia these days is constant drooling like a baby. I will be sitting at the computer and drool will just pour out of the corner of my mouth and down my shirt. I will quickly grab a tissue and wipe my face. It can be very disconcerting and aggravating. It is the lessor of other evils as far as my schizophrenia goes, though.
George stopped by yesterday for the first time in weeks. He doesn't come by anymore cause I won't let him drink inside. He asked me yesterday why I was so militant about it. He loved to sit in my Lazy Boy and drink while watching TV until he was well oiled.
"I don't need the temptation," I told him yesterday. "I would love nothing more than to just get fucked up with you. Just yesterday I had ten dollars and it was all I could muster to not drive down to Fat Albert's and get a twelve pack."
"I want the old times back," George replied. "Those days where me and you would just sit and drink for hours and shoot the shit."
"That's what scares me," I said. "I do too!"
I told Charlie the other day that I needed new pillows for my bedroom and computer room. He came last night bearing these memory foam monstrosities.
"They were the best money can buy," he told me. "They're memory foam."
Last night, it was like sleeping on the great Giza Plateau Pyramid. They were so poofy. I found myself gravitating back to my old flat pillows late in the wee hours of the morning. I didn't like sleeping on Mount Hood.