Mike would say I am bored.

And just like that I am someone else. A small, almost innocuous thought. A thought virus. That's all it takes.
I will go from being clear and congruent, to disoriented and in conflict.
The miracle is that it will come right back. Just as fast. Although sometimes I am not capable of consciously making the shift.
Luckily, I am always aware of being out-of-awareness. Unluckily, I am always now aware of being out-of-awareness.
What I mean is that certain areas of myself are unresourceful and neurotic. I don't like it when they take over. I am aware that they have. They can go back to dormancy as quickly as they surface... but I cannot always control when.
The thing is... these parts are of my whole. I am neurotic at times in certain situations. My most recent mental trip to the land of the unresourcful was powerfully terrifying. But it seems to be at an end.
As an aside, I wonder if they make drugs for my kind of OCD.

Oklahomans are bad drivers. Either that or it's Longhorns. Good God-jimminy cricket-jesus on a pogo stick... There were more massive accidents on Dallas's highways (freeways) last weekend during the Texas-OU debacle than I have seen in years of driving our roads. Oh, and since it's over, can we take down the welcome Texas/OU fans signs?

I am hearby requesting suggestions for Halloween costumes. No one comes up with anything, and I'm going as a pink flamingo. My bluebird of happiness idea seems to be harder to pull off than I expected.

On Sunday I leave for New York. And the projected high is 63 degrees. And as I think of what I might actually wear in such weather I am drawing a complete blank. I'm either in serious trouble or I'm manufacturing a reason to shop.

I need to buy a camp stove.