Hello everyone, it is midnight. Soon I will see my blog stats and find out if people read my poems.  A lot of people are clicking like on the cross post and I have to suspect that someone told them to. I mean maybe it is the conspiracy.  Which reminds me of my current assignment to read Allie Stuckey's book.  I think it will be worth my time even though I detected some wrongness.

So I will listen to that maybe, and there was something else that I can't remember. Maybe reading Blob Mentality but that is not it. There was something else I needed to work on. I believe it was something online like a video. Ok, one thing is to watch the last None class podcast. That was not cool of me to miss it, but this is my schedule and I am disabled. 

Ok I am remembering some faults and foibles but this poem share is right, I think. I mean I don't know why that had to be the title and the first poem in the list but it is. And it means a troll will call me a hypocrit in the comments and yet I kind of think if people read the poem they might leave me alone.

So anyway, that is weird isn't it. I mean I don't feel anxiety about it but I do have to be a little bit brave and yet it is different than more fearful things. It kind of feels normal. 

Today's lesson is try to help the mentally ill because it is so freaking hard and constant and lifelong.

Ok have a great day everyone.