I'm happy, and I don't know why.
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I think my father is trying to intimidate me. News for him; high school was over years ago. I've been making efforts to improve this & he mistakes them for a problem--Not sure a decent relationship with the old duffer is in the cards.
I'm starting to feel like I should beat executive dysfunction. Hopefully that is actually possible
On the television at a store today the Fox commenters were hollering about the mentally ill & violent crime. I worry sometimes that autistic people are going to be seen as automatic perpetrators. Guilty before proven innocent, and all that rot.
I need to get a day a week for career work--This job I have is ruining my time to prep for a career.
I've gained 13 pounds--my trousers still fit; it's all muscles. I feel great!
And for no reason in particular, Lionel Monckton's OUR MISS GIBBS.
All I want to do tonight is build machinery, but I also have to sleep and study.
I need a break from people in general.
If you're sleeping & dream about a clock--that's probably not Greenwich standard time you're seeing. You will be late!
Sometimes I hate to post this in the status updates but I'm actually doing great lately--Just really busy.
I'm maybe not doing great but I think I might have saved my relationship with a nice young lady so that's positive.
Found a free typewriter today in the scrap pile--and it prints in cursive!
This has been the first year in years where I do not think about shooting myself. It's consistent.
If I do not write letters NOW, it won't happen.
Have been busier and busier lately and that is actually turning into a good thing indeed.
Sometimes I kind of wish I had gotten into building model railroads. Those always seemed cool.
College going well, hopefully graduating in a year--all well.
We were both Catholics, both more left-wing, both ASD-1 type autistic, and both English majors and literature nerds--anyway we're three dates into this as of last week-end and she and I are showing no signs of slowing down.
The forum could stand to have a functional block button. Unfollow doesn't help with privacy.
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