Hello there reader(s), not much to report this morning, as I am coming off a marathon analyzing session with my mother on the telephone this morning. We covered all the usual topics, so now I feel intellectually satiated. I have my appointment with Fetter today, then I am making a Smoky Lentil Sausage Stew for us to enjoy tonight. Saw the movie “Linoleum” last night, which was most interesting and I enjoyed discussing the plot twists and turns with Michael afterwards. My mood is good today, I’m not angry with my medication, maybe going to ease off with my desire to push Levy for a reduction in the Risperdal, which does do a good job controlling my anxiety.
My search for items for my art is unearthing things that remind me of a cross between Mondrian and a police crime scene. So I’m wondering if the trail is being set by some Columbus police detective with a background in modern art, if such a creature exists. I’m chuckling to myself, still wishing am I to find some true treasures along the neat and tidy streets around my wealthy neighborhood. No wonder I took to the streets of the ghettos when I was floridly psychotic—that’s where the stories are, that’s where the clues are, that’s where chance has a field day.
So what to discuss with Fetter today? I’m not mad at Michael, I’m not amped up about politics, I don’t want to pick apart my bipolar diagnosis. Though wait, maybe I do…just so many factors in play in my case, the Graves’ disease, the past pot use, I dunno, maybe I will always question how I am to be labeled, maybe resist Socrates’ edict I have always thought I should live by. Who knows. Am I in some mild altered reality now, like Jim Gaffigan in the movie last night? Could be, maybe we all are floating around in an altered state, thanks to the technology Steve Jobs unleashed on the world, coupled with the Internet. Oh boy, am I deep in thought today, come back down to earth, Melissa.
That’s it for now. Sign me off as “floating.”
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