I doubt I'll get my 3000 word goal met today. I have an appointment with my counselor at 9am, and Aunt Tudi has two doctors appointments, one at 11:30 and the other at 2:15. In between all that, we have to go to the grocery store and buy paper products and animal food. I'm going to look for a Ginkgo Biloba/Ginseng combination while I'm at it. I think it would help with the writing and just with basic sharpness of mind. I need something like that. So there you have it. A very busy day indeed.
Jun. 1st, 2010
It's hotter than Hell here, so I'm writing this from Hell...just like good ole Jack. I'm gonna do this in bullets 'cos I left my knives on Cleveland Street.
I'm home now. I'm in pain and crazed from lack of sleep. I doubt I'll nap, but I'll think about it at length.
The end.
- Counselor: The session went well today. It was shorter than normal 'cos I had other stuff that needed doing and Rosa was getting over an inner ear infection that had affected her throat and, therefore, her voice. We talked about my dreams. It was interesting having someone interpret my dreams instead of doing the interpreting myself (not that I've done that in a while). She was unsurprised by the dream I had where I hit a pedestrian then cut my own throat with some of the glass from my car when I saw what I'd done. She said creative types often have bloody dreams. Groovy. I don't go back to see her until the 29th of this month. I'd been going every week, so I must be doing something right.
- Aunt Tudi's doctors appointments were SNAFUs as usual. Her health is all fucked up and they aren't certain what to do. One doctor did nothing and, when she asked what she was supposed to do, his nurse suggested she contact a different doctor in the interim, as this doctor was going to be out of town for the next two weeks. Vacations must be nice.
- Wal-Mart was insane. School is out, so the entire store rang with the screams, cries, and incoherent babbling of the
damnedlittle chil'ren. By the time we got out of there, I was screaming, crying, and babbling incoherently. When I got out to the car, I couldn't help noticing the vehicle next to me. The tires were so slick, the tread was screen-printed on them. Really, folks? Really? Why even buy gas? Just put your car in gear and slide everywhere. Jesus Christ on a pogo stick.
I'm home now. I'm in pain and crazed from lack of sleep. I doubt I'll nap, but I'll think about it at length.
The end.
