Ophelia was a bride of GodA novice CarmeliteIn sister cells the cloister bellsTolled on her wedding night Ophelia was the rebel girlA blue stocking suffragetteWho remedied societyBetween her cigarettes Ophelia, Natalie Merchant This song’s been in my head for the past hour. It’s interfering with the joyful experience of eating a bowl of Fruit Loops.…

Well, I’ve walked these streetsIn a spectacle of wealth and povertyIn the diamond markets the scarlet welcome carpetThat they just rolled out for meAnd I’ve walked these streetsIn the madhouse asylum they can beWhere a wild-eyed misfit prophetOn a traffic island stopped and he raved of saving me Carnival, Natalie Merchant Holy hell. I made…

I craved chocolate pudding. There was none. There was, however, strawberry yogourt. So I ate it. My taste buds kept asking where the chocolate was. The interloper was spoiling everything. I wasn’t expecting such a visceral reaction from a body part. This train of thought never left the station, did it?

Oh sure. Now a blog post title pops into my head.

Time is an abstract. What does that mean? Einstein knew. Not me. I spent most of yesterday thinking it was Saturday. It was, in fact, Friday. All day. And I have no idea what today is. I’ve become unstuck in time. If only that meant I could go back and fix certain mistakes. But. No.…

She ate the cookies. I didn’t know I wanted a cookie until the specific craving hit. But they were gone. I don’t blame her. I would’ve eaten all the cookies yesterday if I hadn’t stopped myself. So my impulse control is showing a little improvement. I managed to tamp down a minor compulsion to pack…

And the previous post would have more heft if I’d gotten the date right. The anniversary is. Tomorrow. Today is September 23rd. Not the 24th. Doesn’t change anything. I’m still pretty unfazed. Which, thankfully, frees up more space for me to deal with October 5th.

You know what this blog needs? A way to search the archives without having to scroll for 15 minutes. I say this because I am 99.99999% certain that today is the 8th anniversary of my breakdown. Just consulted the calendar. It was today. Tuesday, September 24, 2013. And. I’m not so out of joint about…

Friends of mine are moving this week. It prompted me to comment about my harrowing times, moving from location to location. Marlo reminded me that I had moved into the condo with no issues. And that’s true. I’d done a significant amount of downsizing, including the day of the move. There were no issues with…