I'm finding myself daydreaming quite a bit yesterday and today. I sit here and stare out the office window through mini-blinds that are drawn down but twisted open. (That sounds like a way to describe one's soul...."drawn down and twisted open"...not a pretty feeling.) The John Wayne airplanes fly out; their noise just a normal sound of my daily encounters, like the car alarm or my office mate's radio and the keyboard as I type on it.
Swirling thoughts I'm having. I know it's because of the meds. I'm almost a month on Serzone and two days into Wellbutrin again. I'm expecting a week of adjustment. I spent time with Bobby on Tuesday. I picture him working at Olive Garden and me going in to eat there with some friends. This reminds me of going to Olive Garden in Brea when Randy was serving there.
I wish it were lunch already. Food.
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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.
