read your Ken..

I will almost certainly make it to bed.. reltively shortly. I dont want to be sacked out much past 8AM. It's rc 1130pm. 3-16-09. the spewage filling the box is nearly fresh..relatively recent.. imean, if you compare it to the stuff I've been putting up over @ A Muse, it's crisply fresh..

I'm goin' to shut the g'spot and I'll be write back. Okay, not WRITE back, nothing moves nearly quickly enough, especially since I already loaded the sleep aid. There's a note from txmic and I didn't see the.. tag.. 'til I was already committed to minimizing the box. I'll ease back over to the relative there and see what's up, THEN close it. I'm trying to draw Michele into the odd ness, I want to hear some of her stories. I definitely need a larger sample of psychopaths than I see in Carter, Stephen and my'elf, that was completely uncalled for, and yet, there it is on the screen, the drugs are in, how long to you want to try to pretend that something that maybe could be cobbled for recognition will go on? As for me, I'm merely letting the linecount run up or down, depending on yer perspective, and figgering there'll be a mell of a hess to clean out .. whenever, yeah, it could get done by the socalled time that the 'grafs find their holes and the fence gets stood up.
Don't mock me w/my own voice. Ooh, Guns and Roses going slow.
Yeah, we've got some surprisingly fab tunes loaded in annit's SUCH a shame that no more, I'll bet until I figure out how to get the sick driver back on board. Um, need a quick executive decision.. shall we hit more spit on the way to the bedward stroll or not? I pick spit, Moving along, w/out reading or reading.
Hey, what's that about?
It's about moving forward.
I wanted to get topical.
Too bad, there's neither will nor socalled time. Heh, you're the master of neither.
I'm counting the yawns again; I can have you stumbling towards the bed in five or six min.
That sounds about write, it'll be oneAM.
Try to remember to hit the Advair, the mouthwash and maybe the cats' box on the way out.
I think I can handle that.
49pages. I wanted that on this line.
Done.
It looks like the Auspicious doc is about to bust 50 pages.
Dude, Auspi is bumpin’ on 64 pages. THIS one is oh nine.
Yay! And it looks like there's a butt load of cleaning to be done in the relative above dozen or so lines.
It's an occupational hazard. I think y'oughta stroll or scroll, ttto Old Man.. up around to p 12 and plot the next LJ post.
SunAM, I've got a load of cleaning to do in the relative this text. It might get done. I'm feeling.. like I'm stating a slide. Usually that doesn't last long. I expect that it's tied to knowing that the slashettes are probably going to come and go w/out me even exchanging notes w/them, much less getting a meet in. Deep down inside, I know it's better that way, but.. yeah, but.
So.. crap! MonAm @ 238AM, that's nearly unforgiveable. Oh well (there's one I'm getting plenty tired of), @ least the Ambien's in. I've got nine pages of oh nine ready to go up and be ignored @ the LJ. I s'pose that in some twisted way, that's something to look forward to. Anyhow.. I'll be bedward soon and, maybe back on the writing trail five six hours after that. The slashettes.. yeah, they came and went, passing astoundingly close to the window of opportunity which slammed shut JUST as I was thinkin' I'd wriggle thru'. Prob'ly for the best, eh. I almost can't believe it's still on my mind. Almost. AND, on that note, I'm switching back to the ink stream 'til I deem it's socalled time to get under the mask.
Happy Mon, for another five or six min. Put the Ambien in and then we need to see about getting the whine, including this mention, of or about missing the slashettes off the screen.
May I suggest the paper eater as a way to get the screen cleared inna hurry?
OR, there’s always the frame thing.
Yeah, I’ve got a clean one and a spare.
Let’s do that.
The frame?
Yeah, we’ll drop down into it in JUST a couple of clicks.
Yep, I think it’ll be JUSTabout midnite when the festivities begin.
C’mon Dave, give me a break.
1) Unchained. Yeah, I’d like to think so, but it’s more like Lennon’s Watching the Wheels. I.. I’m fine.. been eating chill pills
2) like M&Ms all day, but I’m good. The dope’s kept the anger and associated wild ness at bay and I’m bedward having gotten nods from readers @ A Muse and..and crap I think I missed my mark.
3) readers @ A Muse and @ my “new” G blog. The G blog is a real trip.. got an audience of one, it’s the gal
4) I discovered when I googled in “bipolar funs” a couple or three months ago. There were some strong geographic ties.. it was so
5) alarmingly random that the wide search would bring me another “writer” in my own backyard. I can’t tell that she’s actually reading single line of
6) the stuff I’m posting, but it’s good to have a tiny little community. I really would like to build up some trust w/the gal
7) and compare stories.. how did you come to realize that you had “this affliction” and how long did it take to get “under control?”
8) my own story focuses, by necessity on the very public meltdown and then gets weird
9) isay, often, that my previous experience w/a shitload of recreational drugs made it easy for me to recognize
10) that my brain chemistry was severely whacked. I’d spend more
11) than a couple of years making light-hearted jokes about my bad brain chemistry and when the hammer came down it sure enough smacked
12) the livin’ shit out of me. Ultrafast rapid cycling.. racing up the mount of manic immortality
13) then slippin’ down below the whale shit @ the bottom of the ocean six or ten times a day. It was brutal.
14) zzzzzzzzi .. praise God, I had the
15) good sense to start the medic wheels in motion and had Jen in my corner working the insurance angle since there was NO WAY that I coulda held those converses,

I was, as the pros say, "in crisis" and lemmetellya BUDDY, theree was no freakin' way I could have gone into my classroom in four weeks.. and yet.. Praise God and clever docs. Lordy had me "on track" almost immediately and followed w/a couple fo tweaks that made me function, um, w/much alleged normalcy.