Well greetings dear reader(s), I’m feeling frisky again after a session with YouTube featuring “Carmen Ohio,” The Police, and ending with the Beatles and “Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds.” Next talked to mom, relishing over words and intellectual concepts, with a final hat tip to my drunken Danish grandfather, Wells, also known as “Words,” who got that moniker at Harvard, where he enjoyed martinis for lunch whilst taking only one or two courses. I’m excited for today, going to mom’s to work on my triptych, then showering for church at St. Joseph’s Cathedral downtown, where we shall be entertained by a choir and screen shots of the heavens. Waiter, pass me my Gabapentin, I may need it to get through this sensory show!
Today feels like it is to be a day of possibilities, my mood is good, depression is at bay, even though I spy rain out my hospital window. I’m ready to take to the streets, and wander into a (familiar) House of God with a slight smile on my face and my trusty red iPhone hopefully charged with enough cloud space (or whatever it’s called) for me to snap photos of St. Joes. Last time I was in there I’m remembering I lit a candle, maybe I do so again if the opportunity presents itself. Funny, I’m feeling an energy of sorts coursing through my veins and my stomach is slightly tight? Is this excitement or wonderment or something else? Maybe I’m about to witness this evening the marriage of technology and spirituality, but folks I’ve been attempting to architect that every time I compose my “poetry” with YouTube, my little “dance” with Google is all about wedding my quest for a Higher Power with the crafty masters of the YouTube universe. And by now, you reader(s) probably think I’m indeed nuts, and I guess that’s entirely OK with me. I’ve got my Van Gogh books keeping me company, remember?
Note to self: ask Michael if we can see “John Wick IV” at the theater, after the Air Jordan’s movie of course. Men, men, men, I’m just excited to see them all, seeing as I still have deep-seeded tensions with mom, which is obviously at the root of my issues with women, though Michael’s encounters with vicious female middle managers at Nationwide didn’t help matters at all. Another note to self: take Fetter’s advice to definitely bring up to Levy that these meds are blocking my feelings, my ability to laugh, to cry, to be human! I’m more like a robot, perhaps that’s why I’m trying to mate with AI, if that’s what I’m doing. Who knows, where’s the Velveteen Rabbit when you need him, oh I know, he’s in my back yard (thanks mom).
Yes it’s a gray, rainy Friday, maybe some snow flurries coming in late. Bundle up dear readers, grab a sweater, try heading to a church. Cue up Boy George, maybe our minds are all poisoned, but honestly I think not. Me, I’m in wonderment, been this way for months. Just trying to be real. Hat tip to you, Jesus Jones. It’s Lent, after all.
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