So… hey.
I haven’t written in a while so I guess I may need this
emotional colonic. I find that when I get lonely or depressed I need the
diuretic. Maybe this means that I’m more emotionally healthy?? I’ll go on a
limb and say that is probably not the case.
I think it may only reflect that I have been too busy to
worry about my emotional state. This is perplexing, because, even as I write
this, I seem to be more preoccupied with the temperature of my pool, and if the
underwear I just bought was yet another ill fitting undergarment that I will
undoubtedly wear for another year despite glaring inadequacies.
I guess my mental health is okay. Not great, but I’m not
going to wake up at 2:30 and compose a hand written DNR order. I did that once.
And then I designed a portable computer desk that I later saw in SkyMall. I was
pissed, but I digress.
I will, in part to my wonderful cousin’s encouragement,
pledge to write more. It feels good to share my ravings with an empty page.
No more living wills or medical directives. I will purge for
my sanity.
