Distractions, distractions

DVDs, video games, fantasy novels, art supply catalogs, Christmas shopping, visits to the Humane Society, wondering about getting another bunny, thinking about cleaning my room, bookshelves sitting in the patio, comic books at Barnes & Noble, self-help books, ice cream, trips to the gym, extra sleep, no sleep, silver clay certification classes, revamping my wardrobe, TV, movies, lucid nightmares, talking to myself, talking to Max (which amounts to the same thing), pain meds, vitamin supplements, medicated plasters, band-aids, Neosporin, pasta, eating out, packing and repacking my backpack, buying a new CD, downloading MP3s, looking things up on the Internet, failed attempts at cutting myself, cleaning my boots, cutting my nails, burning CDs, clearing my desk and then messing it up again when I misplaced something, newspaper, magazines, talking on the phone, my siblings, my grandmother, my therapist, my friends, my bunny.

If I keep myself distracted and doing something, maybe I'll stop caring. About everything. I think it's starting to work.