The end of the trail

Yeah, that tile MAY be a little misleading. What I mean izzat this postis the last of the four whichwraps an as-yet-unnamed series. This COULD be especially confusing, depends on when the random you sees it because the other three may not be up yet. Relativity, what a context.

Seven of five.
What?
Seven of five lines beginning w/that pronoun.
There, I fixed a typo, bring the abhorrent average down a bit. The doc I pasted up for Glynda.. that's sort of a present, a reminder of the huge space she has or had in my life.
Okay. It's twoAM, can we go to bed?
Sure, lemme do the creepy mess check thing @ gmail.
You don't even hafta look @ that screen, you can see from the li'l tile thingy up there that there's no new mail.
Cool, let's turn everything off and get a clean mask.
JUSTabout twenty-four or five hours gets by and I've done the Ambien drop again. I did manage to get up to the school and finish packing, but didn't get any signatures on my page.. had lunch w/Glynda, George and his mom. That was real good. So the dope's running in, again.
Yep, there it goes.
I spent the relative last hour or so building a playlist for the MediaPlayer. It kept doing some stoopid thing of running a shortlist of alleged favorites, so I built a list that'd run slightly over twenty-four hours of tunes that I really don't mind hearing. And I'll very probably put some more on my list.
Of course the prob w/doing something like that izzat then I don't hear much I don't already know.. unless I make a conscious effort to put unfamiliar tunes on the list. Earlier, much earlier, I guess, I sorta cajoled
Tess
Martha
Yeah, that one
Got her to accept a load or few of spew.
She'd mentioned, earlier still, getting the occasional grin from seeing JUST in the spew.. and then noted that she'd prob'ly NOT seen some of the material I put together for Glynda last night. So I mentioned that there was prob'ly around fifty pages in the rc em journal she hadn't seen. She said ship it and we kinda agreed to move it chunks of ten or so pages. We'll see how it goes. I sorta feel like it's a disservice to her to.. inflict my crap on her, but.. well, I guess I was in on of those moods.. guess I've been in one of those moods for a while. I reckon we'll all find our more or less together how it goes. It'll take to the second installment before she gets a shot of my lingering angst but after that, I don't think there'll be a single installment w/out some of it. It's .. it's mean and I expect that if she's still reading when this line comes down the pipe, she'll agree. Even w/the Ambien in, tho', I don't think I'm fixin' to "share" why I think I've taken that tack.. why I gotten that bent. I think the real ness izzat I'm still getting to play in her text, she seems still to appreciate my efforts.. and that part is so much fun, still. It's very probably reasonable to say that's the part that has always been a reliable grin. The work. Can y'see me smilin'? I am. It's all about the work. The fun stuff, the delight, the openness and sharing.. all about the work. So, I really need to go get under the mask for a few hours. I seem to have turned the psychic corner, back up manic avenue out of the creepy brittle cul-de-sac w/out falling thru' the crust. Yay. It's been a week. I've mentioned to more than a couple of the lady folk that I'm feeling much like the meds are NOT helping, that my mental state was a whole lot like it is rcnow many years ago.. that I can't tell that taking the chemicals is or are improving the quality of my life.
Do you want to talk quality of life?
I don't want to get sucked into that pseudo topic you've got hiding under the bar.
Well, how about a Guinness on top of the bar.
That, I could get interested in.
Is it out of the question that you're faking peace of mind out of the goodness of your heart? I want some socalled time and some alleged answers.
I'll give you fifteen min.
Why are you acting like you're going to freak Martha out when she sees that you're sill carrying a torch?
It's not really old news.
And we don't want it to stop.
What's the best case scenario? Zzzzzi thinkit would be heavenly to be quartered someplace a timezone or few from familiar entanglements and see how freakin' congenial we can be and get some fab fics produced. Y'see, I need for it to STAY all about the work. It can't happen. It can't happen simply because of the heart-rending distance.. the proposed proximity would be ever so much destructive. There area LOT of little things, mainly connected to or derived from her appearance that would simply kill me.
It would be fine; she would not, could not take you any place you don't already know how to go. There could be no follow that butt the gleaming smile flashed back over the shoulder to folfffffffffffffffffffffffffffffk
I think we've seen THAT before and JUST as I was anticipating the Find the Cost of Freedom to Ohio tunes shift.. and I dozed off. Let's presume that's a good sign that we can get to bed.. certainly ahead of four-thirty.. So, I'm feelin' mostly good but in that space where I'm wondering why I'm taking a buncha powerful meds that aren't even especially fun to play w/. Yeah, let's go to bed. There's Sinatra w/Summer Breeze.
Ambien funs, eh? I'm amused, I guess.. can't, honestly, say amazed. ..no place you don't already know how to go, hesed. Anni don't even wonder (and you shouldn't, either) where the follow went. Wednesday has come and mostly went w/out going to the school.
It's ONLY 423pm.
Late enough to safely presume there'll be no trip in for signatures. Steven says Glynda's about to be unavailable for an extended period. Um, excuse me folk, I'm going to shut it down for a relative while and investigate some kitchen funs.
Hey, when y'get back, consider doing the refrigerator roulette account you I we tumbled while sittin' and eatin'.
Maybe.. it was really only some thing to tap out and send to the gals.
But it's still a fine notion.
Sigh.
What?
Oh, you know.. wanting to feel.. idunno, better, I guess.
I'm going to send you back into the archives. I want to find that bitto stray hot chocolate and put it in the 'creep' file.
Ah, an errand, that sounds.. distractive. Well, that didn't work out. Can't remember where I saw it and I can't find it. Aint that the way it has to go? Speakin' of which.. it looks like Word probs is fixin' to cause me considerable anguish.
Hang on, hesed, there's a context bump looming.
.. .. I excised twelve pages I wrote @ Amber's, it's mostly Ambien funs. Some of it will probably come back in.

Yup, here we go.. some of the lines from the stay @ the crazy sis-in-law's.

> > Crap. I'm guessin' that I went to bed w/out doing a good save and.. well, some spew got lost. That's JUST a shame. The family unit has travelled to Amber's, it's Fri 6-12-09, we got in around ninepm yesterday. I'm certain that @ 330AM I was sittin @ BethAMber's kitchen table playing in the Ambien creep, but that stuff is conspicuously absent. Oh well. I probably had some good fun and ibetcha I do it s'more, maybe tonight. I am, I admit, much too fond of the amnesiac trippin'. Meanwhile, I'm very glad to have time to play and.. be left mostly alone. What's news? I've begun reading Uncle Tom's Cabin. I'm doing the maybe final trek thru' Reparations.. Ariel's pt4. Hang on I'm starting MediaPlayer. We left K'wood in a relative rush and last night I was thinking that I'd have @ least one "worried" message from txmi when we get back; that's rc slated to be late tomorrow, prob'ly early SunAM. The days off-line will put a gap in my MoodTracker chart, but I think I'll be able to go in and edit it. Soo, I need to log in those entries, here, I guess. Um let's presume I did Thu's before we left. .chart Fri as a notch above baseline w/6.5 hours sleep, no noted irritability or anxious.
I was wishing last night that I'd enlisted Tess to go in and make simple entries so that @ least there'd be something TO edit. I think, tho' that I can fix dates to let me go in and close the mentioned gap. I'm pretty sure I've availed that function on one other occasion when I let a day get by w/out an entry. Very prob'ly the desire to get Tess involved is exactly that, a desire to get Tess involved. High ho. Do I smell salt?
I dunno man.. y'wanna also mention the ttto? R Palmer Bad Case..
I really DON'T know why you'd want to.
Yeah, well, it's.. something I do. JUST.. showin' off, I guess.
Yeah, well..
Yeah?
Nothing. If that's what you want to do, I guess it's fine.
This is..
This is what?
This is the kinda stuff that keeps me medicating.
Well, chip the chill pill and drift out to the social area, briefly. Don't forget to do the save.
I went out and had a slice of pizza. Coming back in, I was thinkin' maybe iota switch media; I'd like to run the page count up in Auspi. But the machine's on and I like the rapid compost eve, maybe especially when I don't have an objective.
Heh, that's the usual state of things. I think you sorta get inclined to switch media as a comfort shufflin' mechanism, as often as not.
I won't argue that point. Merry's coming in.
Not right away. It'll be a couple or three hours.
We could get stupid again.
Yes, but that would be wrong.
Oh, you -Do- crack me up.
JUST don't forget to do a good save.
Yeah, whatever.. 455pm.
Don't you. Imean I know you do but.. addiction.
Well, it's a risk, f'sure, but y'know that I think I can mess w/it and not go there.
Manics are Not known for making good decisions.
I know and I recognize that I'm definitely doing that risk taking thing.. and enjoying it ever so much.
Sounds manic to me.
Dude, doncha wish we coulda kept what we did last night?
Technically it was thisAM, but sure, imean, almost obviously we COULDA kept it.
Yeah I wonder why it didn't get saved. There's notes in the inked lines about getting bed ward around 539AM.. and I do have definite memories of noting time in THIS doc @ threeAM and a quarter 'til four..
But none of it's still here.
Nope.
Maybe there's some relic in hanging around as a recovered doc.
I'll try to remember to go looking for it after this "session." I'm settled and I'd like to sit and do the trippin gig for an hour or so. I seems to be pretty short-lived. Yeah, I did one in the car riding out here.
How risky wuzzat?
Exactly.
So, that's four or five times in a couple of times.
I'm awful aren't I?
Yeah, that's some serious doping.
508pm where's the last socalled time marker? It was five before the hour.
Good, if you aren't too distracted, get another one in around the half out.
I don't think that's going to be a problem. Are you trying to keep me focused on some imaginary task @ hand?
No, it's a reference point.
I'll see what I can do for you. Amber and Merry. I kinda tried to steer the chemical magic that way in.. the earlier trip.
There's plenty to mine, that's for sure.. peeky pushy highly imaginative watching.. back in the day.
Is that what this is about, wanting to get back to another time? You KNOW you were crazy then, too. It was more fun, the guilt.. not as realized. Not really simpler times, but.. easier.
Yeah.. lessee the kid on the couch, the neighbors.
The palace. You and me got an altogether different idea of simpler.
@ least rc now all that stuff
That stuff?
The weird is confined inside my cranium. It doesn't involve other air breathers. So that's simplicity.
It's easier to manage.
I'm going to encourage you not to get much into details about any of this stuff.
525pm.. got some big yawning going on. Well, I'm going to say we should be encouraged by that response and get ready for a bumpy ride.
What do you think will yield the more interesting lines, Tess or Merry/Beth?
I don't know that I could make that decision for us. I always get the impression that you want to ramble about Tess, but I know there is some major wild ness associated w/the in-law gals. I notice that you've made that single obsequious mention of John.
Well, it could bee Rod.
It coulda been Karl or Dave, but I'm certain it was a ref to John.
So what happens if you sit here for a couple of hours, noting the passage of socalled time diligently and none of the odd sticks to the screen?
Well, this time it won't be because I forgot to do the save.
LOTS of yawns.
Well, it IS what this pill is designed to do
Zing there goes one of those momentary lapses of attention.
What do you mean?
I caught him napping @ the k'board.
539pm.
Stevie Ray w/Texas Flood.
Think your doc's in the recovery bin? Damn I don't WANT to go looking for it,
Dozing s'more
Yup that looks like it's going to be what I do
How terribly disappointing.
I'll see if I can hang on 'til a quarter 'til.
It's 544pm and the urge to nap is quite strong.
I don't have the j'drive in. distraction will have to come from what I've stored on the desktop.
549pm and my yawns have spread around the house, leaving only Jen up and moving around She's made several mentions of wanting to go to the store since she came back an hour or two ago.
748pm I'm back from following Honey thru' stores. Merry's expected w/in the half hour. You hafta know that the relative next twelve hours can only run downhill as the numbers increase and I get to gear up for more of Jen's travel stress.. to a locale I think she has even less interest in attending than I do or did Amber's house. I'm tired and hungry and..
Tired?
I'm sure it's more like hungover.. but hungry and I sorta think dinner's going to be birthday cake. I can definitely feel a certain sourness creeping into my demeanor. It may or may not be related to not chipping the chill pill earlier; it's more likely tied to going to stores w/Jen when I had counted on sittin' and playing in the dope stream. Maybe it'd help to make a potto coffee. That turns out to be incomprehensibly complicated tho' so it'll hafta wait for more experienced hands. @ 817pm I'm definitely irritated @ nothing and everything. Merry came in, but I'm glad to see her.. pretty much always am. It's little things like typos and the .. k'board, having to hunt for the backspace and delete keys. I think I smell coffee brewing..
Oh yeah, that's way mo' better. BethAmber got up and made a pot!
Beth?
That's her name, actually Amber Beth, I think. I'm easily confoosed. When we lived in San Marcos I went thru' a short period calling her E Z Beth. Yeah that was mean, but it sorta fit. And it's a name I used almost exclusively in her presence. I don't want to talk about that any more.
You brought it up.
And now I've dismissed it.
Tell us about Merry.
That's an easy corruption of my mother-in-law's name, Marilyn. Not much to say, she's a good gal. I like her. She smokes and that's often a point of contention 'tween her and Jen. I think I'm ready to switch media for a while.
Yeah.. 1032pm. It didn't take awfully long to get to place in Auspi where the com shu made me move again.. and I'm not sure I'm going to be able to get comfortable again.
Face it, dude, there's stuff to deal w/.
Yeah, there's stuff do deal w/but
Fine, let's take it easy. What's the page count on Auspicious rcnow?
75
That's good. You're not in any hurry to end it are you?
I guess not.
You shouldn't be; they're only numbers. This doc, f'rinstance is 'bout to supass.. maybe it already has.. the number in click, it's immediate predecessor. And before that we'd gotten into that thing of stacking 1,2,3,4.. to nine in folders.. I think we did three or four of those and those sets were arbitrarily chopped off around eight to ten pages.
Yeah, well, I think that was a shipping issue, like rcnow, the catchin' up chunks I'm sending to Tess are running ten or less pages. Oh, won't it be interesting to see if she's cheesed either (or both) of the installs she's gotten.
Yeah, well, don't get your hopes up. I mean, I'm sure she means well, but when she's writing, she's sorta obliged to follow her own muses.
Yeah.
So don't be too awfully disappointed if it goes as far as sending the relative this bit out w/out getting much feedback from her. I sure don't want to see you getting all bent out of shape the way you did when you were trying to get her to work on Confessions.
Yeah, that was..
Let's JUST say it was unproductive. I will tell you this, tho', you know or you ought to know that you've got plenty of stuff to brush and rub .. of your own.. if you're ever in that state of mind.
Yeah, how 'bout we bring up Creep and set it on the desk?
Yeah, I'm sure that's not your best idea ever, but I'll go for it. I think you ought to close MediaPlayer before you plug in the j'drive.. and that's done. Actually moved a couple of files.. I'm sure that's going to cause some context problems w/the kenm thing we brought out.
Maybe not, mainly I wanted it so I could JUST look @ it. It was on the short list of files that'd been opened when I was looking for the stuff I lost in the amnesia fog.
Oh, the kenm file didn't get moved.
Hmmph, oh well, Creep did. And on that happy note.. well actually an hour or so later, @ 1223AM I've pitched another Ambien in. I know for a fact that it is a bad idea, very probably a very bad idea but there's no reasoning w/the maniac and HE decided great funs could be had after watching Merry blow out the candles on her birthday cake.. 63, I think I heard 'em say.
Let's do some math. Start w/the birth year.. um.. oh three
Huh?
Work w/me.. no, that won't work okay.. oh nine, six three.. six, borrowed one.. 1949? Lessee.. no.
1946.
I think that's it.
So, ten years my senior.
And you're married to her daughter. Jen was born in sixty-three, I was, um, seven.. Merry.. 17, then.
Okay. That was fun.
No it wasn't, it nearly gave me a headache.
Keep a watch on the time; and do the save often.
Yeah as if. None of that helped last night.
No two trips are the same.
Man, I'm going to insist that you NOT do this for a long while.
Yeah, I know, you're worried about addiction.
Well, that and this can't be healthy.
It seems pretty harmless.
JUST lay off for a while.. a week or so.
Mmmm, there's the tingly melt.. 1240AM.
Wow, that's waaaay slower that previous notes; usually that effect comes in the first ten or fifteen min.
Dude, it's fifteen in.
Oh, well, I'm not good @ math.
Don't sweat the small stuff; your job is keeping the fingers moving. Don't get bogged down when the sleepy stuff sweeps in.
1245AM
Got it.
I don't think we've managed to get thru' one of these yet w/out some serious slop; I think you've got to get used to the idea that it kinda comes w/the territory. How many times have we tried to capture different buzzes in sundry records?
Yeah, but this one.. I dunno, there's something different.
Heh, ttto Wild Side.. Lou Reed. I, um I'm not saying it can't be done.. in fact, I've always thought pretty much ANY of the buzzes could be, um ..
Writ?
Yeah, that'll do. 1251AM and save.. and the colored girls say doo ta doo or something like that. Mmmm.
What now?
Ah, nothing really, Merry came into the room.
And?
And that's all.. little pervin' going on. But it's a habitual thing like watching Beth jiggle under her jammies tops.
Yeah, I think you're not as likely to get in large trouble there.
Oh yeah? I think the crazy sis-in-law would get loudly indignant and Jen would not be pleased.
Well, we'll JUST hafta make a point of not telling them, eh.
Yeah, let's not.
109AM I've moved back to the kitchen table. It's a lot more comfortable here; for one thing, there's no chance of anyone slipping up behind me. I might even get bold enough to open the creep file.
Bold?
Like you don't know what's in there.
I notice that you opened Rep.
Well, some stupid thing w/the machine and Word.. it works a lot better if I open a Word doc, like from the desktop than opening the program from the start menu. So I usually click a doc open and then pull the oh nine up from the file menu.
118AM save the children playing Halo are distracting me.
Don't sweat the small stuff. We're what, nearly an hour in?
Yeah, I guess that's pretty close.
What do you think about firing in another one?
I'm for it.
No shit? I figured you'd object vociferously.
Well, I gave some thought to trying to stall, but I know that we'll want to get going, like out of the house, if possible, before noon and that means sleep has to come sometime.
So you think that if we push the dose that you'll get to bed.
Heh, there IS no bed; Merry took my spot and I don't think Hailey's going to share the spot she inherited from Merry.
So.. up all night?
Looks like.
Party! Lemme suggest that you move thru' the potty.
Yeah, and I'll finish this Dr pepper Honey started and make a short pot.
156AM another the other Ambien goes in; Neil's started Ordinary people an eighteen annahaf minute song, lesse how the party's going after that. It's a bet that some difference will be noted.
Yeah, what about the previous hour?
I don't have any answers. I JUST don't see how this fresh influx of chemicals won't make a difference. 201AM I got up and poured some of the short pot into my cup, which I have ascertained stinks.. prob'ly needs a good scrub.
Amber's coffee's pretty good.
Let me get a save while I'm thinking about it.
Wouldn't y'JUST as soon think about Beth's tits?
Ah, speak of..
Yeah, that used to be a pretty reliable response.
Yup, I'd set down a line like that and she'd float by.. or Jen would. Yeah that exquisite sense of timing. Remember the bummer trip to Colo when thinking carnally of li'l Jennifer brought Jen running JUSTabout every time.
Which trip? Jennifer went w/us on both.
The one where she turned 13.
The second.. relative last.. Oh, that brown swimsuit.. Seroquel busting the maniac's balls.
213AM end of the song.. it dies slow, but there's Joni's Conversation. Head check..
I've still got mine. I can tell that you've got expectations that aren't being met.
I'll be fine.
You were hoping to be sitting and watching some twisted shit run out onto the screen. It hasn't happened that way yet.. the li'l bits of odd ness show up on the page or screen after you set it aside. You never get to see the weird happen. That's the attraction of this compound.. amnesia.
That's certainly twisted. Yeah, but almost by definition, you can't be aware of it happening.
228AM save 233AM much distracted by a) tv and b) Amber shuffling around.
So, if we pop in another one around threeAM, think we can effect the kink parade you see to be craving?
Craving, that's probably about right.
Where's that third pill?
Oh, I took it.. 246AM save
I think I've got the mechanics covered.
Y'wanna shoot for the moon here?
Let me do some editing, that looks really sloppy some callit the drug hand stuff.
And then pitch it a fourth. and the plan, if there is one, @304AN is to keep pitchin' Ambiens in the hole .. 'til something is someone makes us stop,
I'm game, but I insist that you clean up most of the typos that came in in like the previous six lines gotta be fixed.
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I'll get to the timeset innaminnit ibetcha, suffice it to say that I'm @ the huge desk. Anxious, yeah, I guess that's it. Knowing there's one more trip in to get checked out @ the school and not knowing when. I've called three times to two numbers thisAM. It's.. yeah, made me anxious. I guess that's what's doing it; I know I'm quite wound up and.. that's the only thing I can think of that might've done it. I want to get distracted and stay distracted. I want to be able, to be free.. to have permission to do absolutely nothing.
Y'wanna try to tell about that dream? oh oh oh edsez LEAP into the stream to note that I went to the school Mon the 22nd and found the upstairs hall so fulla desks and such that there was barely room to talk, so nacherly I HAD to tell Glynda about the dream; she said oh Ken you let such little things become so big in your life.
I guess I wouldn't mind; you unnerstan, tho', that it's been over 24 hours since waking rcnow @ a quarter 'til 12pm on Tue 6-16-09.. The main thing izzat Tess was innit. The set was evidently Smiley/NFHS.. the halls were packed w/piles of crap mainly textbooks, there was barely a couple of feet, mostly up the middle to navigate. I saw Slaughter first, greeted him as has become our custom by calling him Mr Morphis. Apparently the move, some move was underway and the names over doors, and the room numbers, were all scrambled but I got to the room that seemed to be mine, which seemed to be next to George's and on the second floor.. maybe it was down on that hall going out t'wards the library where Angela was.. I think, tho' that it was on the second floor. Of course my room was a mess and when I found the computer, I couldn't remember the pass to log in. JUST as I was getting really frustrated George led HER in. Gods, I nearly fainted. When I saw the sparkle in her eye(s).. y'know, completely took my breath way, made my head spin. George's smile was JUSTabout as radiant, standing behind her. She wore some clingy knit top and a calf-length skirt.. seems like the skirt had buttons on it and the top didn't.. the dye job was nearly vivid, the mock'late was absent. Of course a hard hug ensued and persisted 'til Kim Wright showed up to claim some of her attention.. but I still had a hand on her waist when she kinda gave a half-turn to hug Kim.. I'd swear her legs were still in contact w/mine. That's the important part, to me.. imean it's nearly incidental that she'd come in w/some (big) news about Price and wanted me to check something out.. on the computer I couldn't get in. I could put in elaboration about the way the hug seemed to linger and how I couldn't resist checking out the pointy ness in the curves of her shirt.. sweater's not the right descriptor.
Yeah.. so it's Tue. I woke w/that li'l dream MonAM but.. couldn't stand to mention it 'til Monpm, after I told Tess I'd seen her in a dream. I stayed way tense yesterday, it seems some better today. Last night the vivid dream was @ Six Flags and was focused on somekinda promotional treasure hunt.. longer, but not as interesting, I think. Got time, it seems to play in the archives which I often say I want much.. but, of course, I don't have a plan.. imean I don't know what I'm looking for or what to do w/what I find. I spent SOME time yesterday shuffling and combining files in the dism folder; it's kinda fun and interesting.. sort of .. and kinda sorta feels like getting something done. I wouldn't try to pass it off as constructive but distractive and that's what I needed. Today, Wed, I need to get the chill chip in and work on seeming busy enough to keep Jen from worrying me about getting nothing done. Of course, that means moving away from the relative here. I did SOME useful stuff, I guess. I scrubbed the tub and made mashed potatoes.. crushed some cans.. little stuff, but ireckon it counts. Unless I've been misled, the girls are going out, leaving w/in the half hour. That, of course will be my cue to dive into the smurf. Sooo, will it be the usenet pic bank, the pornhub vid bank, or the asstr story bank? I've got nearly too much stuff in the dism folder already to go looking for stuff to harvest @ asstr. I think I'll go video for twenty or thirty min and then move to the usenet. Yeah, too much information, I suppose. I'll try not to keep going in that vein.. imean unless y'want me to. It would help if the girls got out, eh. How 'bout if I while away the stray min in the dism folder..
And so.. I've been doing archival housecleaning and this bit needs to get "placed" so I can empty and delete a folder that had four or five files, one of them twenty-three pages of formerly paper trans, emptied and deleted.. yeah somethingike that.
-kenankenagin-
We're not like other people.
WE? We are the -same- people. And I doubt that -I- am much different from any other schizophrenic.
I am different. You are different. AND we are not like the others.
Do you know any others?
Does Carter count?
Um, no.. but I'll grant that I'm not like him.
You're compelled to be "whole," aren't you?
I have a little difficulty w/the notion of sharing my identity w/someone or someTHING else.
You're having a conversation w/your'elf.
It's, um, not really a conversation.