Seeing bugs

My Mikey, I love you

∞ • π³ + 1

I woke up feeling like I usually do first thing in the morning. The phone was ringing. It was another call for Billy Dozier, who hasn’t had this number AT LEAST since December.

Sometimes, I wonder if those calls are some kind of secret surveillance being kept on us. I don’t know why anybody would keep it on us, though.

I am not scared that today is the devil day. 6/6/06. It happened in 1906, 1806, 1706, on and on and on back to the year 6!

Mikey is coughing kinda bad this morning. I wish coffee would start making my stomach clear up some. Until it does, the coughing makes it worse, even though it is not my coughs.

I am messed up, and I keep seeing bugs all over the place, when they are not really there.