ME ME ME

Hi again. A few night terrors but nothing extra freaky. I survived the sunset once more. Rose again to get dressed for a SMART meeting, which went well. I didn’t contribute all that much, just listened, and I wasn’t all that interested in other people’s stories today to be fair. But I’m here, I’m talking, and that is a vital component of my day taken care of.  It’s hard thinking of what to blog about. I could report on the news, but I don’t watch it. I could talk topical and relevant, but I wouldn’t know how. So I guess it’s just ME, ME, ME all the way. I used to say something similar about my mentor, R.I.P; that he would talk to absolutely anybody, just so long as the subject of conversation was himself.

I’m thinking of treating myself to a Nando’s, to mix the diet up a bit, or I might purchase a pastry dish from Waterstones or Greenhalgh’s. But the pies crumble apart in your hand, have you noticed? You end up slurping up the residue with your tongue. I’ve had a few cans of Bud this morning to perk me up a bit, and I’ll soon be enjoying a pint in the local boozer. Nothing much to report, I know, but this psycho-naut is having a wee spell of downtime. No bells and whistles on this period of the year, getting over the cold, rarely venturing outdoors. I’m just laying nice and low and downbeat, eating, drinking and smoking, nothing too adventurous. That’s the way to be, for me, for now. Definitely no drugs, and definitely no porn. I can’t imagine doing those two at the minute. The desire has left me for the moment, and I hope that it stays away.

Still savoring my shield from the Most High. It looks like interwined empty yellow paddling pools, if that makes sense, with loads of toys and spaceship-like fluff hanging off of it. I really would be a fool to use and relinquish this specialized anointing from God. The only porn star calling to me is a big-breasted f**k doll who I viewed the last time I watched it. She is so attractive, it is almost beyond belief, and the sexiness looms in my loins like a swelling balloon. But I need drugs to perform, and drugs make demons appear in my flat, so that’s the bottom line, it can’t be done. The demons would reappear, the monster underneath my bed would stick its head out for a butchers, my shield would disappear, and I’d be back in the Seventh Circle of Hell, which is an especially traumatic place to spend one’s days and nights.

I feel like I have a shield. It’s doing great things for my mental health. I feel confident about the trials and tribulations to come flooding in my direction. Every time my mind is flat and low I think of my illustrious shield and healthy thoughts re-emerge in my head. It’s a blessing, I love it, pure energy.