Dear [Redacted]

I sent this as an email today, and thought it was a good thing to share.

Dear [Redacted],

Today is Monday.
I know this and yet do not *know* it. I've had to be reminded a few times that today is Monday and the morrow Tuesday.

I guess the whole thing about embracing my illness and it's "cures" is also about embracing that I am still not in control (none of us are, really, right?), that I am still trying to find myself balance. My self balance.

Dear Reader,
Today is Monday.

I hope it finds you well.

Yours,

Autonym

Well, then. That's over.

Today was the last part of a process which has been made unnecessarily complicated by the fact that it is a Federal thing. Like the birth certificate which they DIDN'T need, but said they did in 4 separate places, so I procured a copy for 20 bucks. But hey.

And the fact that they can't tell me anything for "3-5 months", so I could be S.O.L. in 5 months after having waited all this time. I guess my best plan is to continue with the other things I'm doing and wait and see.

Hmmm.

But the fact that it's over, at least for now, is really comforting.

And the fact that the person I talked with was a really nice and respectful person was helpful.

I think it's really that I was quite scared of the process, plus other stuff. Tonight I'm going to try something new which I will write about later.

Right now I'm vainly attempting to clean my damned blessed apartment, which keeps falling into disrepair whenever I turn my back.

This time it's craft related disrepair. GLITTER is involved, so, yeah. Good times.

More later.

What was I saying?

Wow, I have several links I've been thinking about posting, and still haven't touched the work I had mentioned on Wednesday morning.

In fact, I've not left the house since Tuesday. Today is the day, however, I will make it out.

Obviously, had I a pressing need, I would have made it out earlier. But alack and alas, I had none.

But I've got two articles to write and a quiz to take and two chapters of a book to read, and another quiz or two. Shit.

This is when my take-all-available-savings-and-go-to-Europe voice starts chattering away in my ear.

Sigh.

Also, I just performed a pivotal scene from an unwritten play, in which I star as the school teacher in a small town. Inspired by my hairdo today, which is straight up school marm.

My life explained via an altered comic strip

garfield minus garfield is like looking into a mirror.

What the neck?

Oh, ouch. My neck hurts! My glands are swollen and my neck is super sore!
Time to call the doctor, I think. He said if I was still feeling ill in two weeks to come back in and see him (for another mono test among other things).

I'm so very tired.