June 18, 2007 - Maybe this is some kind of bizarre test. This spring has beset me with a succession of of petty nightmares of a type designed to induce madness even in the hardiest of souls.

So, here we go yet again. Word came to me today that a vacating tenant on the floor below me left behind a massive infestation of bed bugs.

As a precaution, that entire floor is being sprayed - along with the ones immediately above and below it.

So once again it's time to break my back prepping for a legalized home invasion, complete with chemical weapons.

As near as I can tell psychiatrists are the high priests of the new religious order. The language they use may differ but when it comes down to where the cheese binds, psychiatry's attitudes, superstitions and social control function are not significantly different from those of the medieval-era Church.

I have gone back to the old days of hiding behind fake names to be honest. Better his than the alternative. I guess. But I hate having to hide. To be ashamed. To be so powerless.

Please No More Snow

The doctor laughs, he darts an engaging, conspiratorial glance at me…..I don’t laugh, I don’t respond to his advances: so, without stopping laughing, he tries the terrible fire of his eyes on me. We consider each other in silence for a few seconds; he looks me up and down with half closed eyes, he classifies me. In the crackpot category? Or in the scoundrel category?.....

 I'm not good at computers or making things pretty right now.