I totally should have done hour lunch schedules when I was at SF State. Def. could have got extra productivity from me and my staff. Oh well, maybe next lifetime (if there is one).
Be in danger of getting fired from a job that I should be perfect at.
At least the extra gabapentin has kicked in and the thoughts/voices have quieted down somewhat. Finishing a large Japanese lunch, so hopefully that will keep me content and comatose until later this afternoon.
Another old movie theater closed. Hopefully it’ll be turned into something other than a church. http://seene.co/s/WuSRqy
Maybe you can’t teach an old dog new tricks…
Can I just hire someone to tell me what to do and what to think and what to feel?
I guess that’s just joining the Marines.
Once again going crazy. Wait, I’m already crazy. How about the voices are starting to break thru? The leaks in the dam are more than I can keep up with. What to do, who to listen to, what to believe? Or just take more drugs, turn the music up a little more, and try to ignore/avoid it all