M*********. Well, I don't, but people are afraid to get close to me and get weird thoughts. I don't do it much, hadn't since the Tinkerbell bedspread. Had a hard day partly but not much. I saw a girl outside that made me think to tell my brother and mom something I said involving my brother. She had bright honey hair and a round-ish head, thick-looking.. I don't know if it's my generation or what, but I was just feeling like I couldn't relax. It may not be better than having a little drink.