Apr 23, 2013 02:40
Anyway.
I am finding my inner lonely again which is good and bad. It means things are slowing down enough for me to breath and try to remember my name. It also means I am going to find a way to manage this realization that my name is almost entirely gone.
I tried to do some simple math conversions today, and I had to speak them out loud to remember how to do them.
I don't think I remember how to play my violin. I certainly don't think I could read music anymore.
My daughter insists on playing her radio all night long every night. Magic 98. Yeah, its like that. I know them all. I can't even cry about it anymore.
I keep having this overwhelming urge to get up and go home. I'm sitting in my living room. I'm not sure where I think home is.
On the better side, I have continued to have thorough success with lucid dreaming. I'm generally not retaining anything of them when I wake, but I distinctly recall a state of awareness and control most days when I wake up. Naturally, that fades shortly thereafter.
I am also enjoying my slow shift back to insomnia lately. I need to channel this into writing or something. Or surround myself with sleepless friends.
I keep thinking in terms of obscure song references that no one will recognize.