My motto at the top of this blog is “Awake, Aware and In Constant Movement”
Well tonight’s the “awake” part. It’s 2:06 a.m. and I’m just so jazzed to be so vibrantly awake right now.
In earlier blogs I mentioned that I’m getting assessed for ADD. I just learned tonight that the doctor who was going to do the assessment has died. I don’t know if I should keep the appointment anyway. I doubt he’ll be able to shed much light on my situation.
Doesn’t matter. I can talk better with him dead anyway. For one thing, he’ll have a hard time interrupting me.
Dead people make such great listeners. And they hardly ever complain about your hygiene or what you’re wearing either. I can wear age-inappropriate leather pants with rips and coloured beads and I can wear a t-shirt that says “FUCK WHAT WAS I THINKING WHEN I BOUGHT THIS SHIRT” and it won’t matter.
His hygiene might be a problem though. I can always take off my t-shirt and wrap it around my head so that my nose is covered. Won’t matter if I’m topless. My words will be muffled that way but then again – it’s not like he’ll complain.
I’m worried he might nod off though. Nod off and fall to the floor.
Are dead people shatter-proof or do they just fall apart at the slightest provocation?
He’ll probably just lay there, looking stupid and lifeless.
(No, that’s not what my last girlfriend said about me. And anyway I was drinking)
(Like I am now)
Roses are red
My doctor is toast
I had an appointment
But doc’s done gone and give up the ghost