A year has come and gone. I think my experimentation phase is over. I no longer see any insights; I do not inspect the makings of me for a betterment. I am quite spry in knowing. I know what to trust. I know who.
I am supposed to write The Twilight Club and let them know of my life. I supposed I should give them the link to this diary. How often would they read it?
Work is becoming even more cumbersome now that my job has expanded to include a highly "accounting" function. I've responded with efficiency, candor, and by filling out a job requisition for another department. My interview is in an hour.
I feel very dizzy right now. It worsens each time I stand up. I'm trying to stay seated. I'll probably leave after the interview and go home to sleep. Ick.
My last entry was totally in the thralls of 4 days on E. No emotional boundaries. I don't know if that's good or bad. I know it was real. But people are never completely real and there are social reasons for that. We take the good with the bad. I'm so tired.
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The daily jazz of my mind, as pure & honest as possible; but know that words are themselves filters of the original thought/idea.
