...syndrome as I said before but with a look of intelligence and complete knowledge of what he was doing as well as a strange satisfaction on his face as he fell forward on top of me. I woke up. What the hell is going on with me? You want nightmares? Here's the recipe.
-2 beers
-2 cigarettes
-2 pastis
-3 glasses of wine(red)
-2 glasses of champagne
Take each ingredient every two hours over 1 and a half hour time spans preferably in company you don't know or can't understand. Go immediately to bed.

Saturday 9:15 pm

Well what a day. When I finished writing this morning, I proceeded to feel better, then worse.