Never been one to let the carrier drop

Get Kayti to take a picture of me and Kahn for my web site..

Shelby’s got batteries again. My sis gave him to me a while ago, he’s a little robotic shell who looks like he’d be at home on the bottom of the ocean, and I wrote a really horrible essay about him, but I find that given some time, I rather love him.

So thanks, sis.

Clockin’ in.. it’s 8:49a by my computer clock, or 10:32 by the atomic..

I have this problem with setting clocks.. sooner or later, I get frustrated by the clock, because I feel like it’s turning into my enemy, and then I just start aggressively not caring about time. This, I realize, must frustrate incredibly some of my adult friends, but it’s part of how I stay sane.

Set up the old analog scope here in the office.. which is still a disaster on the level that makes me want to sob.. Man, I feel like some ice cream or somethin’.. well, let’s load some tunes up on the changer anyway..

web page to create:

My own personal feelings about earth, the best parts..

It’s day 5. Things look better. Yesterday I hung out with Rich, danced, watched him work, parked and unparked the fiero with him, danced, listened to music, and rode the ferry.. love that boat.

Love ya all.

Music: U.S.E. – Night Shift

It’s day 5. Things look better. Yesterday I hung out with Rich, danced, watched him work, parked and unparked the fiero with him, danced, listened to music, and rode the ferry.. love that boat.

Love ya all.

Music: U.S.E. – Night Shift

This is.. I wish I knew which day # it was. I’m going to have to start logging my pills using something a little more serious than ‘Sheer’s memory’. Livejournal might not be a bad idea.. man, sometimes it scares me trusting my journal to someone else, but, really, it’s not unreasonable to do a little teamwork in creation of good tools. Many hands make light work.

My search queue contains:

Cyndi Lauper – Time After Time. That one makes me cry a whole lot. Then I go for the eyedrops.

All the others are mysteeriously (um, yah) .. they’re out there.

Because I’m determined to do 365 days clean & sober, ‘for real this time’.. (I made a promise with *. That’s probably one I don’t want to try breaking. * can, well, maybe help take away my fear that I’ll lose my home.).. I’m going to count down the days on my livejournal. Each day I will contact one of my RL friends, if possible meeting them in person. This will help me reestablish my time sense and other neural connections, and help me heal in ways that are nontechnical. Maybe not even describable. Who knows. I hurt myself badly this time.

I am officially on drugs. Or perhaps that should be on official drugs.

After a visit to a shrink, I’ve been prescribed a circadian rhythm regulator (which may explain why I’m awake at 9:30a) and a mood stabalizer. We’ll see if either or both improve things over the long run.

So ignore my excessively dramatic and annoying journal entries of recent.

S.