this is going to be short. my hand hurts from its violent meetings with the wall and i have a novel to work on. so i'm saving my typing for that. speaking of being in a fugue state . . . after i got ECT i wrote a 60,000 word book about it. i need to read it and see what it is. but not this month. this month i'm working on the new book. the one doc is helping me write. he's being a sounding board with ideas for me, it's wonderful. at first i told him not to help, i didn't want to have to give him half credit, joking. he said no i didn't, i could just pick his brain. he's good with the spy stuff. he's my consultant. most importantly, he believes in what i am doing.
we spent the morning doing laundry. i dealt with it okay, i was wearing my Marylin Manson "Beware of God" shirt, which got some old woman's knickers in a twist. and got me scowled at by the owner. that stopped once i too loudly announced that if he looked at me one more time like that, i was going to start spitting in the machines. i didn't intend him to hear me, but when doc turned around to look at him, he flashed doc a big smile.
one bear got ruined in the dryer. i'm not sure where i got it, or how long i've had it. i left the tags on it and it says it's collectible, but if it was really collectible, the fur wouldn't have melted. none of my other bears had a problem. my vintage pooh-bear, that i was really worried about just has a nose injury. but no damage to tiggers or huggables. i'm going to pack them up and put them in storage, just keeping three huggalbes out and take them to the laundrette every couple of weeks to kill the bugs.
i took a seroquel and now i have RLS. this is going to be a long night.