It’s 9pm on A saturday in March. I’m JEff Goebel, I’m wearing Orange. I’m highg, and I guess I just started another loop.
Several things hanged in this loop. I tried a free sample snort of something new, and it had the expected nothing results. Recently I had a mountaiun top lightbulb moment. I used the anaolgy before but I really liked it, and made enough sense that I assume it’s actu…
Wow. That was fast. My mood has shifted to an extra special; ahhh. I don’t feel like it mode. Sometimes when I’m writing the b log high, and an idea gets too big to describe without entering the tedius mode where my fear that it’s boring overpowers the fear to finish a good story. I’m happy with my recent desisions that (a) It’ doesn’t matter if anybody ever reads the old stuff. I can start new any time. It also doesn’t matter at all. I have deciided that writing and blogging is one thing that makes me happy. It took me four years to answer that question my therapist aske me in the first meeting. I am reminded of the Question they asked of Spock on Vulcan. How do you feel? He answered at the end of the movie after revelations and rezliqations and his logic put together that answering HOW DO YOU FEEL does not go agait everything Vulcan.
For Spock is not Vulcan anyway… only half on his Father’s side. It was an interesting choice to make him that. A bold move to havenot only an interracial crew on the bridge, but an inter species mating of human and others. Bold move, and also useful for several plot points over the years.
The come up for any drug is always an interesting time. You know it’s between 30 and 90 minutes for acid but It often doesn’t show any signs much before 40 minutes. However fake acid is more anybody’s ball game. I don’t know dosage or anything, and only taking three was a safe choice, but it might put me in that sucky limbo. That place where it’s too lkate to take any more, but you’re not quite high… just too high to fall asleep, and most of the stuff you try to do bores you or you can’t maintain focus. Often I’ll try to pick a movie I know might have some weirdness in it and then start watching with it timed right around the middle of the film.
Maybe I’ll do that now. 9:21. I feel anxious but that is only because I am. I’m on 4 drugs currently and two of them make me go fast and two of them make me go slow. I may explode.
Wouldn’t that be an intresting site. I bet you they don’t report that as a drug overdose. Man’s head explodes.
The summer political series … forget… Tony Shalube was the star attached. A summer series where half of the Goverment was infected by alien bugs in their heads eating half their brain. Luckily it effected mostly Rebublicans so nobopdy actually noticed. It was actually an excellent show teaching how Government woprks if you watched and noticed. Many people just watched for the exploding heads.
“Blowed up Real Good”.
SPONTANIOUS RE-ROUTE: Task #1: Can I get the glyify or whatever it’s called installed?
Good evening. It’s 10:45 PM… Looks like we’re starting another loup. I have confidence I will arrive in sleepville shortly… Interesting, I have no idea what goes on there. Perhaps sleep Jeff is the higher consciousness That tries to protect me.
And with that, I am too tired to continue this part.
THIS was an
Kelsey Grammer in a suit and a bunch of others in a community of people who were friends now but had a zero memory of their past lives before The Event.
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Arranged Dates – Duh.
The world is filled with people who date, people who date once or twice, and those who don’t. Horrible people probably come from all three classes… I’m going to say surprisingly easy. Math is too weird quite often.
I mean how can a Universe not be able to divide by three?
Pretty soon I might even throw a tantrum. It doesn’t surprise me that I was a stubborn tantrum type kid. There were stories of how I’d definitely authority from way back. If I felt I was right, I hadn’t yet mastered giving in when resistance is futile. It is in most cases.
Every conflict in history has been resolved when one side convinces the other, or one side decides to give up trying to convince the other. I have been splitting my time between three web site projects, or perhaps more. I’ve been having some success feeling happy about the work and that’s good. It is distracting me from the otherwise horrible place I’m at.
Tonight, a Tuesday I had hardly blogged at all and I forget if I had any video. I was ready to sleep at 8… But yet here I am at 120 snorting a whole new line. A bump. So I guess I’ll be blogging a bit more. Or not. I’m tired. I need the hours. I bet I could fake sleep my way to wrangle some shut-eye before the 930am Bell.
It’s actually a shake shake sound reminding me to take my Paxil.
Tired test 1.