Day No. 676: Nat Naidar is born.

Today, I ate some chicken, now I'm getting hot inside, no good. I'm getting restless and my mind speaks in 4 different languages, telling me to stop thinking. How can I think when they're all talking at the same time?

Chickens are birds which die of a disease caused by man and then it comes around. Man I feel that if we keep this up, what kills us is not the bomb but by our stupid need to burn the fuel like forever and ever. God, make it stop.

Where do we go from here? Where do I go? Why do I answer so many questions that need no answering? I need an answering machine. I swear to you I'm so tired. Not of living but of life. I need a chemical alteration.

I need to be reborn, the opposite of me undone by my willingness to lie on this bed of thorns. It hurts but I must sleep.