Coming home from the dog park, I planned to start organizing my storage space. I said I would do just a single box when I got home. I’ll do a little at a time, I says to myself. And maybe over time, I can get through all of it.
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Misplaced Memory
I hardly know what I’ve been doing lately because my memory has been so entirely horrible. I know I’ve been busy with multiple tasks, including painting. And then there’s physical therapy, neurotherapy, and my regular therapist (psychologist). I guess that takes up about 5 to 6 hours a week, including driving.
Continue readingSuffering Succotash, I Can’t Think!
I don’t know, I felt like writing, but now I can’t think. What was I going to say? Fuck if I know!
…This is the kind of thing that keeps happening. I just started going to speech therapy. Speech therapy is more like cognitive therapy, but “cognitive therapy” is a type of talk therapy in psychology. So, don’t be confused. Since my brain surgery, I can’t remember stuff, I get confused, and I can’t process things like I normally would. Or like I could before the surgery. I don’t know what the new “normal” is!
Continue readingThe Last 812 Words
It’s the last day of the year. 2025 is just about over, and can 2026 be any worse? I don’t want to say “I don’t think so” because it very well might be. It’s hard to imagine things getting worse, but I said that at the beginning of the year.
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I’m still not quite sticking to a good painting schedule, but we just got over a four-day holiday weekend here, so I wasn’t exactly wanting to work. I did some work on the promo project, which is very close to being finished. I’m just waiting on more photo wallet envelopes from eBay, but I’ve got everything else done. Pretty much.
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