Actually, I’m thinking it may be better to put it off until the 15th. It will be two weeks before the Labor Day Fest, so that won’t throw our schedule off too much and it’s the only weekend where I don’t have to DO anything so it gives me a chance to relax.
I’m gonna be starting at college in just outside of Philly at the end of August (Haverford College).
So, I was thinking this whole being near Philly thing might be cool in that I might try and come to a dinner or DopeFest sometime. I won’t be able to come until sometime after September probably, because of all that getting used to college deal.
The first meeting is crucial in both describing my actual problems and in seeing how many dead pans I can pull off.
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It’s not the hearing voices that’s bad. It’s that they’ve started singing Barry Manilow.
I’m very worried about the effect all this isolation is having on me. I was shopping the other day and I found myself getting very turned on. Then I realized that I was aroused not by any of the women, but by the Kraft Sharp Cheddar. That lewd oleo resin make up! Most cheese is prim and proper. But, Sharp is a dirty girl.
I’m beginning to think that all my troubles stem from unresolved Oedipal issues. Do you think I should just kill my father and sleep with my mother so we can get this mess sorted out?
Who lives in a pineapple under the sea? What are you laughing about? I asked you a question and I think it would be polite if you answered.
I’ve written this treatment plan and I want your opinion on it. The way I see it, it’s needlessly complicated to try and restore my neurochemical balance with all these pills. What I should be doing is extracting cerebrospinal fluid from other people and injecting it directly into my spine.
I’ve begun having the dreams again. Cthulu waits and dreams in the deep, and the cities of man shall before him.
Next week is my last week in Baltimore, then tdc will be camping for a weekend…then, finally, I’ll be back around Philly and making regular appearances again (y’all have missed me, right…?).
The hook: Unless I get a job in Baltimore; I had an interview Friday.
Definitely the Friday in 8 days. I’m not sure if I’ll feel up for going out after my first day in almost a year of doing more than sitting on the computer, wasting time on LJ, or planning a wedding. (Or sleeping past 7:30!)
Robin, it’ll be great if you guys can come down with Booga. He’ll charm those waitresses like none of the guys could.