Hello everyone, it is Thursday, Feb 27. Tomorrow I have a doctor’s appointment and eat lunch with a friend. Yesterday I volunteered at two projects and went to my support group.

I have had a busy time for about two weeks.  Last night I listened to Christmas music and thought it could be good to recelebrate Christmas with my new busy life.  Because this past Christmas I was bored and lonely.

I say new busy life but we don’t know what is going to happen, and I could suddenly lose medical care, housing, and my mental health support. Hopefully I will get though it.  Most of those things have contracts and written agreements behind them that the government can’t take away without a violation warranting lawsuits from a hundred million people.

Something interesting this week is that I went and played games with some people smarter than me.  And one of the games was a story creation brainstorming game, and it gave me an idea for an actual short story about an abyss that marries a black hole.  So I wrote the story and got a huge writer’s high that lasted for two days, and then I emailed one of my favorite teachers to tell her about the experience. Well that got me at a peak high and then I drank coffee and ate marshmallow peeps and attended a volunteer training.  Well at the training, my joy was contagious and it was like a huge loud party. And people practically had to yell to be heard and I made twenty friends in one hour.  So that is kind of funny.  Yesterday I calmed down and had my usual awkward foibles. I mean honestly some probable snafus but I am still in the herd so far.

This writing prompt game is pretty funny.  Like I see how people are giving me clues about what to say in this blog post.

I think there could be legal sharks who target me tomorrow. So I am going to say something in their favor which is that I think it is Barnes and Noble supporting me as a gender deviant. And part of the torture when I worked there was to establish for my sake that my parents were controlling me and would not provide me with basic legal protection against the corporation that they were using as my “closet.” And then the way I just kept enduring it became so ridiculous that the company stuck with me and elaborated their own oppressions with some extra professional strength that was unusual for our mountain town. That got wordy I guess but mainly I am saying that people predicted worse enemies and created a shield of managed suffering. So tomorrow they will zap me in some way that is just impossible to predict and protect myself against. It is most likely to be a child abuse scenario on the train where people look like trafficking victims but it is hard to tell so I don’t know if and how to report it. To me it is really weird that just about everyone else’s life now is exactly as complicated and dangerous in both social ways and actual safety risk. I mean it is all of us, and the sheltered bored people have their own loss from that.

Well, that is all, I am writing another post in just a second about my author status.