I became insane with long intervals of horrible sanity.
Edgar Allen Poe
The trouble with fighting for human freedom is that one spends most of one's time defending scoundrels. For it is against scoundrels that oppressive laws are first aimed, and oppression must be stopped at the beginning if it is to be stopped at all.
- H. L. Mencken
Many people would sooner die than think; In fact, they do so
What I have been telling you, from alpha to omega, what is the one great thing the sigil taught me — that everything in life is miraculous. For the sigil taught me that it rests within the power of each of us to awaken at will from a dragging nightmare of life made up of unimportant tasks and tedious useless little habits, to see life as it really is, and to rejoice in its exquisite wonderfulness. If the sigil were proved to be the top of a tomato-can, it would not alter that big fact, nor my fixed faith. No Harrowby, the common names we call things by do not matter — except to show how very dull we are ...
-James Branch Cabell
August 19, 2016 - 12:07 p.m.
Yesterday I mentioned that I started on a new med, Hydroxyzine HCL. It's for anxiety. It's effect on me is make me sleepy. The doctor told me take it when I wake up, when I go to sleep, and if needed in the middle of the day. I took the first dose when I woke up yesterday and pretty much slept all day. I took it this morning, got out of bed, went to the couch where I write, read a bit online, and fell back asleep. I'm fighting the sleep as I write this. It did not go away yesterday. I managed to force myself to get up and take a shower and go outside around 6 PM. I took a short walk then had dinner out. I came home to watch the Olympics. I watched but kept napping. I went to sleep early. I realized that I never posted my blogs from 5, 10, and 15 years ago. I was too tired to do that. OK I'll do that now. I'm back. As Hydroxyzine HCL has this side effect maybe I should try the brand name, Oreoyzine.
I'm too sleepy to write much now. Even with being sleepy my mind stays active but it's harder to concentrate to write. I don't want to attempt to write about the TPP with my head in a fog. Yes, even when fighting off sleep I was thinking about the TPP.
Know what I can do? Write an idiot story. It's actually a meta-idiot story as I meant to write about it yesterday and forgot.
On Wednesday my phone battery died while coming home from therapy. I have two spares and I keep one fully charged one with me in my big. Well I do when I remember to swap it out. I hadn't. The replacement battery I had in my big was almost dead. But I have a backup for that. I'm smart enough to assume I'm going to be an idiot. I keep my lipstick battery charger in my bag too. It's about the size and shape as, guess what. One guess. Yes, lipstick. My sling bag that I always have with me has a small compartment where I keep all the real important things, sunglasses, reading glasses, the phone batteries, pens, sharpies, etc. That small compartment has a bunch of tiny sleeves in it. I keep the charger and the USB cord in one of them. I pulled out the charger but when I reached in to get the cord I didn't feel it. I felt something larger and hard. I had no idea what it could be. I fished it out. It was my watch! The one that went missing at Falcon Ridge. The compartment was the first place I looked for it. That was where it was supposed to be. I had even emptied it looking for the watch but I didn't empty that sleeve as I didn't think there was room in it for more than the charger. It must have accidentally slipped in there then slipped under the charger. So now I don't feel naked when I walk around. I have a watch. I'm sure you're all relieved that I'm not walking around naked even if it was metaphorically.
Now I'll go downstairs and make breakfast and more importantly coffee. That seemed to help yesterday.
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