The Divine Mr. M

~We got the approval call on the rental around noonish, on my phone prolly 'cause I was the last to call them. I was out at the store and Le-Le wasn't up just yet. We were both simply too fucking fried to go over there and do the 'walk-through' and the paperwork, so we're going over to do that this morning.

I had an annoying day otherwise. Some phone appointment letter from the SSA for next Thursday – smack in the middle of moving - and my Happy Pill prescription ran out. It should have been for another fucking five months. They don't have any mental health services at Rural Health, so give me my fucking meds and leave my shit alone.

I had an old number for them and it kept ringing. Called the main hospital and finally got through. While I'm on hold the SSA called me back, so we ran with the phone interview...until their computer system crashed. *sigh* We're gonna try again late morning.

Then I recalled Rural Health and they told me to just have Rite Aid fax a refill request. That'll be ready by the afternoon.

I related all the above nonsense to pharmacist – she knows me – and at least got a laugh outta her. She likes me because I never give her grief when the system has fucked up. I'll bitch the fuck outta the system, but she certainly relates. Pretty simple shit, but there you are.

Now I'm more or less obsessing about the details of the move. JR and his sister are gonna do the real work, paying them because of that, and its not that complex, but I'm twitchy anyway. I suspect I won't fucking chill until it's all over.

That just how I roll....

~So, my new copy of the voice activated writing software is here. I'll have Le-Le install it for me soon. [I'm hopeless with that shit] Then I have to 'train' it...

...and starting Facing The Page again.

I'm of mixed feelings about that. I hate my Writer's Blues, the feeling of angst and deflation I get when I finish anything significant. I call it 'moody', but in truth I get fucking nuts.

On the other hand, not writing is making me even more nuts than that. It's been a year since I finished a fiction piece [Diplomatic Formality] and nearly nine months since I finished a non-fiction piece [Her Prophet Explains: Addendum D [Calendar for A New Matriarchy]]. The last time I went that long was at Hotel Hell ten years ago on the approach to my fiftieth birthday and I wound up actively planning my suicide.

We're not going there again.

On a related note – writing and me being crazy – I've been looking for this quote, a comment I made to Brad Hicks about why a new religious paradigm was necessary because it could move things forward in ways that 'rational' paradigms could not; something about “It is Written” 'getting things out of committee'. Can't find for shit and it's bugging me. I want to add it to the 'Triple Economy' part of The Explanation.

Generally speaking, I'm pretty listless today...