One Hundred Thirty-One.
Sunday, 2010.10.24, 8:10 PM CST.
Current Mood: Tired
Current Scent: None.
had a dream last night that I was being pursued by someone - someone
dark in nature, extremely strong, and possibly demonic. It was
this morning, while driving through Tulsa, the skies were magnificent
- a high-contrast hodgepodge of different shades of grey, moving quickly.
Beautiful. The sky didn't quite radiate the calming serenity of
November Grey, but it was very beautiful nonetheless.
bit later, I found mydself thinking about my first shrink, Glenda, with
whom I shared many sessions at the University of Tulsa's Alexander Health
one point while she was trying to fix me, she asked me earnestly:
If I could do anything that I wanted... what would truly make me happy?
response mainly revolved around playing video games.
have a feeling that I wasn't being honest with myself. If I was,
then I have changed an awful lot over the past couple of decades.
I'm pretty sure that the me that I was then would hate the me that I