Agreement

I will show up for my appointment tomorrow.

I will show up for my appointment tomorrow.

I will show up for my appointment tomorrow.

If I don’t, I may have to go to the hospital.  That is the feeling I am getting.  A trip to the hospital would royally fuck up my life and Puzzle’s life too.

The police called yesterday asking for money for the Police Association.  I thought they were calling because they were after me.

Penny candy.

I need to write that process letter, but my thoughts are so scrambled.

Do you know what it’s like to have scrambled thoughts?  Trust me, “normals” have no clue.  It is not something that “normals” ever, ever experience.  It’s not just confusion or anxiety or fear.  When one’s thoughts are scrambled it’s like putting ketchup in the if.  Or get dump river of long reaction dove.

See?

I’m rather myopic myself.

I keep wondering if I should call my brother, or non-brother as he very well may be, and try to work out a Plan B.

Every woman should have a Plan B.

Feedback and comments welcome!