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Hey, man. I don't do holiday blues. I do holiday reds and greens. So obviously it's the faulty medication. What a day. I have a good mommy. She tried to cheer me up. You really can't cheer up someone whose brain chemistry is fundamentally broken.

My dad lost his words again today. Personally observed aphasia event number two. Mom says he's getting old. He's only 66, how is that old? That's not old. I intend to ask his doctor some questions. I'm going to accompany him to his next appointment and ask some questions. In the meantime, keep me off of the medical websites, for I am not qualified to diagnose this and all the surfing does is convince me that my father is on the verge of a stroke. And that thought makes me want to die.

Hey, Merry Christmas Eve, everybody.

Me and Inca Stinka just watched Catch Me If You Can. Some good acting in that movie. Good story. And the recurring Christmas theme that threaded the storyline, the desolate, lonely, working Christmases, felt oddly right to me tonight.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:43 AM | shower me with attention