Moving On

I had me another idea. See, if I tone it down a little, maybe the medicators will stop getting on my case. Maybe they will mind their own business. Maybe if I stay in the middle and try to enjoy life like Arson said, maybe then people don't need to study me like Arson said. Arson gets good ideas, from time to time. One thing I'm sure of is that people with that name on the building need to tone it down, stop messing with other professionals. Because I know my women are helping me. I know they get tired of the craziness. As amusing as people seem to find it. To me it's such an odd thing. My whole life. It makes little sense. I've been talking about the crazier parts. The dirty laundry parts. There were other parts. That reminds me of switching. They said I had healthy parts and unhealthy parts. You knoooooooooooooow... Maybe this whole sorting professionals thing is like sorting laundry. And it's not just sorting professionals to be cleaned. It's like sorting ideas or experiences. Sorting impulses. Maybe keeping people healthy is less like engineering or white boards and more like cleaning clothes. Adjusting experiences. Riding the wave safely. I wonder if this headache thing is related to VNS. And I can't figure out the foot. I hope Jennifer and Kelly got my messages. I'm not sure why there's still a female PA on my mychart. Maybe they are getting desperate. She's blonde. Go figure. Yeah, I get it. Kelly's blonde, Elle's blonde. But I really started this because of the Clozaril and the med train. And overreaching and obnoxious male professionals. Like Garbage for example. I keep hoping they'll take him out. Just praying they don't recycle him. Too toxic. I've met a few assholes in my day. But I am tired. I need to do something other than visit healthcare people. Quiet life is nice. Then I can focus on something more productive. But I feel better knowing that the government is watching. I feel better knowing that I'm helping Public Health. I know my friend would want to help. I just hope I'll see my friends again. But I think maybe it's best if I keep kinda quiet. Until my footing feels more solid. I need to file those taxes. You'd think I'd be able to do that. Maybe I'll look up those forms. Try to get my printer working again. Not sure what the FBI did. They never spoke to me. I just know that Timmons and the governor like things quiet and peaceful. I get annoyed with people messing with me. Can't mind their own business. Makes me less flappy. And people stealing stuff just makes me angry. Makes me want to file reports. You know, my nieces have brown hair. Not all about hair color. Some of the kids go to Clemson. One USC. One Furman. There's only one doctor I truly hate. And he was actually a PhD. But maybe this is my big FU to him. Maybe now people will know the kind of garbage that man is. Human filth. Maybe some are just too med happy. But that PhD was a piece of work.