For the longest time now, perhaps since the Palm Sunday success of the Passion Play, I've been going along, stringing out what I had assumed was just an extended fit of mania. I get them from time to time as well as periodic feelings of malaise. Not enough to really qualify myself as bipolar, but, something to keep an eye on. To notice, as it were ( Read more... )

This is the worst time of the year for a narcissist. Prolonged periods of thinking about other people.

So much for mania. I could feel it fizzling out even as I started blogging about it. In fact, as I should have known, the moment you notice you are manic is probably the precise moment when you are starting to come down ( Read more... )

Woke up comparatively late this morning due to a protracted dream that seemed to continue a theme begun the night before, of a huge, largely apocryphal, above-ground train station located somewhere on the east coast. It could be anything from Union Station in Washington, DC to Jamaica Station in Queens. By the end of the dream, the signage in the ( Read more... )

I'm beginning to realize that I've been in a manic state ever since the men's retreat. Nothing goes terribly wrong; People seem to like me: I seem to catch "lucky" breaks all along the way. The feeling of "lucky to be alive" seems to adhere to me from the moment I wake up until I fall asleep in front of the television set at night. It's a nice ( Read more... )

It turns out Mom _was_ able to wait patiently until Tuesday for my next visit. When i walked in, she was in bed and resting peacefully; I won't say she was sleeping because I don't know what that means anymore. Mom is in a constant twilight state that isn't exactly sleep and isn't exactly fully alert. I had to be back in Brooklyn by 7:30 and it was ( Read more... )

I know, it's been about three weeks since Fall began, but it's worth taking some time to look back on the season just before. It began with a recognition that had begun to take hold during the Spring, that this would be the 10th anniversary of that year that Uncle Curtis - almost on a whim - suggested I rent his late brother's old house across the ( Read more... )

Yesterday, I stopped in to have some blood work done at my doctor's office; I was in and out in a jiffy. But, as I was leaving, the receptionist, who happens to be one of the sexiest men alive (in fact, all the receptionists at my doc's office have been drop-dead gorgeous in one way or another) paid me a compliment. He said, "You're looking good ( Read more... )