Rob-world

Another  night  where I'm so alone, so lonely. That's all, really.   For now.

I’m no longer allowed, by my Trustees, to install software updates on my Mac. They gave that power  to  Butch, who lapped up that new authority over  me  as quickly as a thirsty dog  laps up radiator fluid. It’s another  example of how the quality  of my life/care has deteriorated since, well 1/31/99 surely, but also since the  Trust took over management of  my care from my Meeting.

Which means, only that my mood is pretty good right now.  I’m  listening to DISCLOSURE in my headphones. “Nocturnal” which seems oddly appropriate, given that it’s midnight, in a few.  I’ve begun reverting to my old, PRODUCTIVE sleep cycles: napping during the day, writing until late at night. Similar to  my pre-bashing set-up; when I did things, achieved things, led a fulfilling life. I’m not there yet.  But tonight, for the first  time in a long while, I feel like I’m on  my way.

 So, I screwed up.   AGAIN. There was this guy I really liked,