It's been a fucked week for this sometime obsession with my dystonia spreading. comes and goes in phases and this is one of those stronger phases where it's hard not to obsess/focus on my "good leg" and feel little twitches of the beginnings of symptoms there.
logic says it ain't. plus, i ain't done nothin' to bring it on. except obsess. which is an indicator for folks who get dystonia in the first place! so i gotta stop obsessing before i fucking give it to myself.
had a good 50 with my female shrink today. i think i get more from our visits than i do from the other dude, so i might have to drop him for now...
was wondering today how long i've had this damn dystonia anyway. is it 3 or 4 years? i was trying to triangulate by looking at pictures from coachella. it was either 2006 or 2007. must have written it somewhere.
i took the streetcar 3 times today and saw the same superbum on it. i guess fareless square is the sure shot for bummin' around. the conductor yelled at this fella over the PA: no drinking alcohol on TriMet. he waddled off. as we pulled away i noticed he had a full fucking gallon of Carlo Rossi tucked into his jacket! nice.
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