a jam called Saturday

Reaching out into the interweb,
When I probably should be reaching out with my voice,
To a friend, or a loved one.
I am biding my time before one hopeful shot at a better cognitive experience.
It is becoming clear to me how much pharmacology affects my personality.… Read the rest

practicality speaking

Maybe this intense visceral rejection of blogging/life’s burrs will set me up for a happier life in its second half.

Maybe that is one of the benefits of peri – cutting through the stuff that doesn’t serve us.

Because it is not much of a connection/plan/situation if I am honest.… Read the rest

wrong

What hell.
I feel like I should be on the coast.
And I am stuck here in this rut.

If my dream last night was anything to go by, then I am entering a new phase in my life.
And it feels bad.… Read the rest

the things I am supposed to do

Blahhhh.
It feels like a critical misstep perhaps, , , since, this is the last long weekend before Easter, , , and, , , Easter feels like a different world.

It is not so nice. To think that it was up to me to make the trip, and, , , do what?!?… Read the rest

fizzle

I am starting to come good. . .

And the reason why I am not heading up to the coast this weekend is because my Dad is coming down here for a family commitment.

It feels like something is unravelling, and that makes sense to me.… Read the rest