I have two more days of summer school left. And I would actually consider doing it again next year... PROVIDED that things were a bit different. At least I would know what I was getting myself into and could come in as something of an equal partner instead of just going along for the ride. So for now I am still allowed to be super happy that... I have only TWO MORE DAYS of summer school. I had a brilliant thought the other day when I was driving home. I remember where I was... the intersection right by Groundswell Coffee. I remember that I had the windows down because the weather was nice. And I don't remember at all remotely what I was thinking about. But I know it was brilliant. I may have inadvertently (and by that I mean completely vertently) told someone that they should light fire to the old dried out tree branch that is intertwined with their fence. This seems like the sort of idea that seems like a great plan until it ends in disaster. This was not my brilliant thought. My brilliant thought had something to do with world view and chicken and egg stuff and something about the way people think. And there was some cosmic faith stuff thrown in too for good measure. It was probably after I just sang a bunch of god hymns. My fiddle player joked that I was going to become a Christian after singing so many hymns. Let's see... I need to get stuff set up to record so we can see what we sound like. Or hear it anyway. Tomorrow is our last rehearsal before we sing publicly on Sunday. (We'll get together for a last dress-rehearsal naturally). I need to figure out where I need to go and when. Also, something else. Can't remember. I've decided that my resistance to being on lurasidone (resistance now largely overcome) has to do with the fact that it is called an "atypical anti-psychotic." This makes it sound like
Now I did learn that psychosis is a symptom and not a disease. So I could sometimes have psychosis. It's just such a loaded word. And there is nothing all that great about being typical. So I guess I am fine with the atypical. Grateful Crap: TWO Equatorial Actions Ate lots of fruit Time with youngerboy ummm... posted almost slept enough P.S. My wonderwoman swimsuit arrived today. Still waiting for my invisible airplane (which might have arrived already for all I can tell) and my magic lasso... maybe I should bead a spiral peyote necklace out of golden beads... Comments are closed.
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