I want to know more about Angel's Trumpet. Apparently it's a both a neurotoxin and an hallucinogen. That's great. Sounds like a lot of fun. The last thing I heard was about a poor German kid who flipped his shit whilst tripping tits and cut his toungue and dick off. Although this didn't strike me as a ringing endorsement of the plant, it did seem like a freak occurance (similar to that guy everyone seems to know who believes that he is an orange juice container).

In other news . . . I'm miserable. I don't know what I should do about it. But it isn't getting better. So many things seem wrong to me that I'm having trouble keeping track of them all. It's not depression, though . . . although I guess I might be in a better mood if I weren't so susceptible to these swings. Anyway, I wish that things in life were sometimes a bit clearer. And that when someone tells you that everything is going to be okay, you could actually believe that they knew what they were talking about.