Filterlight
Friday morning and the filterlight is pouring in through the prism of my fishbowl. Nice splashes of light across my bed. I lazed around this morning for far too long and I'm still in laze mode which means I'll probably miss the bus to campus. Damn. Actually I'm purposefully coming up with reasons why not to go to Organic Chemistry this morning. My biggest reason is just that it's horrifying to sit in a lecture hall with 499 other people who all look like they're actually understanding the electrophilic additions of benzene. I bring books to read instead. So I'm working on a garden that I started in my backyard. It just needs one more overturning of soil and then it'll be ready for planting. First crop: garlic! yay. The garden is basically going to be an extension for my kitchen so I don't have to buy all the vegetables that i want to eat. Stupid Safeway. Also, I'm planning the notes for a book that I'm going to write. I want to title it "The Voyage at Dawn: a Memoir of Madness" and it will be a memoir about my descent into madness and bipolarity and my time in the psych hospital and about cutting and finally, how i sought out healing in nature. but I'm putting this out there because i REALLY want feedback from EVERYONE about what they think about this. So please drop me a note and tell me what you think or if you have any suggestions. The book will include journal entries that I wrote while in the depths of my so-called insanity. I want this to be a book that will help others out there or at least will give them something to hold on to in the throes of their own madness. let me know!