look at all these themes my life brings…
Well that was an unfortunate thing to have to write yesterday but I felt a need to remark it. After I read over it, it seemed kind of whiney diary-yy so I edited it, as you must do with your thoughts every once in a while. And I am still floored. As I was reading through it last night the fractal snakes came into my vision like they have a tendency to do when I am stressed or freaking out. I was up here writing after passing out for a few hours, went back to sleep at 6 and woke up at 8. My worry allows never for full rest and I have been worried, even with the comfort of knowing my family owned the building we lived in--I have been worried we would be homeless. Not for her kicking us out but because the building is just no good in many ways, so a fire or asbestos evacuation seemed very possible. So I had texted my sister this am--ending with the formal and cordial, as it appears that is the tactic to which the family has been instructed to handle me. And I think to what I did do. I guess ...
