Day Two

BLINDING PAIN!


I would rather be forced to listen to a Hanson and Rebecca Black duet... make this hurting stop! Feeling the stabbing pain in my brain. The banging and throbbing of desire for a smoke is like nothing I have experienced before. Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out. In with calm and out with hate. In with venom and out with acid. Wait, no wrong. In with calm and out with hate.


I knew that this would never be an easy task. I knew it was going to be a trial that would test my patience and endurance. I didn't realise just how much. That small child that was running in the park out the front. It's cheerful, happy laughter ringing clearly through the air. The melodious tinkle that make most people smile. There's a slave trade in Melbourne, who knew?


I have smiled and nodded politely. I have grimaced and looked away. I have belted an unsuspecting teenager's head against a brick wall. They cried. It was nice.


I have had highs and lows today. I have laughed and I have snarled about people's blatant stupidity who asked me how today is going. How the hell do you think it's going? Do my glowing red eyes not give it away? How about the fact that when I touch a crucifix it bursts into flames? The fact small animals flee from my path should tell you that I'm. Not. Fucking. Happy.


The messages of support have been amazing and I can't say how much I appreciate them. I even got an offer for someone to be a character witness in my murder trial. My solicitor has been pre-warned.


The weekend is nigh. My heaviest smoking time. Let's see how this goes. I may make the Rudd vs Gillard saga look like something from Twilight - star crossed lovers who tremble at the sign of a toothpick. A story of a choice between bestiality and necrophilia as told by a teenage girl.


Breathe in, breathe out. Neighbors arguing in Cantonese. Breathe in, breathe out. High pitched Cantonese. Breathe in, breathe out. Hello? Immigration?