Just spoke to the very nice policeman.
Mar. 20th, 2005 01:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sabrinamariand things are looking up. Yesterday I had trouble thinking clearly all day and all evening. I walked out of the bank without the paperwork that I needed to make the police report. I went home to shower, so as to show up at the police department clean, and then fell into a sort of cognitive sloooooooow space. maybe it was a temporary result of trying to manage too many things at once. when I awoke from my blank state, it was after 3:00, I discovered the problem---and the bank was closed. Somehow, I managed to stumble to Turtle Hill and fake decent cognitive functioning---although I tranced out while driving there and then just wandered away from cat at one point, to blankly try and make a votive candle holder and some colored eggs. I succeeded, sort of, but then saw Cat later and realized that I had actually wanted to make my way back to her much earlier to talk some more. It was strange, and I felt a little incoherent. Nobody seemed to notice, though, so it was OK, I guess.
The evening was really, really nice. I loved the ritual. We laughed and laughed, and Cat and George were wonderful during ritual. Steve did a great job of reminding me to drink coffee before I left so that I could make it home alright.
I had several conversations---some I remember that I enjoyed and some I don't really remember much. But I did talk to a few really neat people.
It was just odd---like my brain was shorting out at random intervals. Still, I made it home OK, fell into a totally unmade bed and went to sleep (so, so not like neatness-obssessed me).
Today I'm operating much better. The first thing I did was lower my standards immediately. This always helps. Then I went to the bank, again, and got lost looking for the police department. So I just came home, found the number, and called---they sent over a very attractive, respectful patrol officer who succeeded in making me feel very safe. He was attentive, respectful and seemed to think I was cute. That was a nice boost.
So now I am puttering around, cleaning, doing laundry, working on divorce papers and later, doing legs, back and biceps.
I'm OK. Everything will be alright. Life is actually pretty good. I've got friends. I'm happy.
The evening was really, really nice. I loved the ritual. We laughed and laughed, and Cat and George were wonderful during ritual. Steve did a great job of reminding me to drink coffee before I left so that I could make it home alright.
I had several conversations---some I remember that I enjoyed and some I don't really remember much. But I did talk to a few really neat people.
It was just odd---like my brain was shorting out at random intervals. Still, I made it home OK, fell into a totally unmade bed and went to sleep (so, so not like neatness-obssessed me).
Today I'm operating much better. The first thing I did was lower my standards immediately. This always helps. Then I went to the bank, again, and got lost looking for the police department. So I just came home, found the number, and called---they sent over a very attractive, respectful patrol officer who succeeded in making me feel very safe. He was attentive, respectful and seemed to think I was cute. That was a nice boost.
So now I am puttering around, cleaning, doing laundry, working on divorce papers and later, doing legs, back and biceps.
I'm OK. Everything will be alright. Life is actually pretty good. I've got friends. I'm happy.
