It is 2:00am. So much for my health hygiene tonight: instead, I wrote a difficult and somewhat unpleasant tale of when I was on the street for a month in Toronto. Thsi totally wired me up and now I dont want to go to bed. In the story, I confess to BJG's aggressivity to get me to wake up when I once slept on his carpet during that time. He would be enraged to know I made this public. Whatever. This is his attitude , aggression, when my meds are in the theme.