Flappy

When the world quiets down, I feel much more peaceful. I haven't heard from MIP or any doctors in a while. Calms the nerves. I even laughed a little. Tomorrow I'm going for coffee. Maybe then we can establish whether I'm of sound mind. I can bring the Ritalin. We can talk about whether it really helps. But I like my current meds. I think my quiz scores were lower. Sleeping is getting better. I feel like I'm eating well. I don't know who I'll have to talk to or what will happen. I don't know how this works. First time for everything. Hopefully the FBI is going through evidence. Identifying which professionals need some clean up. Who may need some secondary cleanup. They say there are victims. Of the medicalized perfectionism. So, they asked me to help. I figure, can't be a forensic accountant, might as well do some clean up. Hopefully, it'll be tidy. We gotta think of the young people. Give them a chance to shine. 

Sunny came home with a list of names
She didn't believe in transcendence
It's time for a few small repairs, she said
Sunny came home with a vengeance.

If I understand criminal law correctly, some people might be going away for a while. I'm counting on some of the Psychiatrists at Springbrook. I think they're pretty pissed off. Pissed off enough to 'switch'. Because now, I can't 'protect' anyone anymore. Do I have to spell it out for you guys? Cleanup time. You know what to do. Maybe after it's over everyone will be flappy. We can Psychiociate less. Enjoy the city. Scripting got out of hand. Too much Bipolarization. They taught me everything they knew. Now it's turned against them. Elle and I used to sit outside, back before they banned smoking. She would have one. I'd tell jokes. Kick around the soccer ball. The food was edible then. It was actually really good. I liked the cornbread.