Working on my poetry, fighting my schizoaffective disorder, mom’s downstairs cooking some nice pasta dish for us. I’ve problems with the schizoaffective disorder. It’s winning.
Monday off. Free Monday. Labor Day. To the outsiders… means, something, or, something else? Did I get that right now? Or is it memorial day? I don’t remember, I mix those two up. I’m sorry =(
People on my ass for no reason. Civilized people. Makes it ever scarier. Those are delusions.
Listening to steampunk.
2nd book ready soon.
Had something else, a third item, to say, I don’t remember what it was.
I loathe loss. So immensely. So profoundly. More than the loss itself?
Questions of measure…