I am sitting here in my room waiting on a call from my psychiatrist. Dad didn’t wake up this morning until after ten. So far today I have had a decent diet. No alcohol at least. That should be the first boundary I set, the one between me and the booze merchant.
I am getting low on funds. I don’t know what I would spend money on anyway. I have a new computer I almost never use. I have this computer that is on all the time doing nothing but feeding me brainwashing videos. I ought to call a moratorium on the wholesale import of other people’s ideas into my skull.
I got an urge to write a controversial story this morning for my blog, but think better of this idea now. I don’t want to become known as the author of anything like what I was thinking of publishing.
As I was sitting at my computer a while a go getting set to work on this blog Junior started barking and growling at me. I ordered him into his crate, he lay down, and have only heard a few gasps from him over the last five minutes. There are a lot of boundaries I have to set in this dog and owner relationship, and not menacing the master is now number one on the list.
I’ve spent a lot of money on herbs over the last couple months. I think what I need to do is to start spending money on food, or something useful, like promotion for this blog. I haven’t spent a dime promoting this site yet, aside from keeping it going for two years.
That’s all I want to write now. The doc is going to call any minute now and I don’t want to be writing while I am talking to her.