East, West, Home is Best? *

I said I would leave this site alone and knew at the time I would go back on it. Maybe I have already done so, writing up on the locked-up G4 Mac upstairs something I could not upload but from another computer. Anyway, of course my not writing, or not writing so much for my blogs in no way cured me of my problems, freeing me up to finally write my novel since the flitfulness continues apace and I can still not settle down to any one thing but go round and round in circles. More

The White Flag

This simply isn’t working. Not for me. Not for anyone. This blog is intended to document how it is to have ADD and Asperger’s, as well as to show something of what it is to have a series of food intolerances which impact upon mental functioning. The problem is this, that ADD simply precludes documentation in this fashion. The mind moves so fast and yet communicates so slowly, and so poorly, that I would estimate it would take a full week of dedicated writing to comment adequately on a day’s events. Of course, I do not have that time, and in snatches of time here and there I simply cannot make any meaningful progress, and whilst it may have been a valid experiment I can see the necessity of streamlining my commitments in order to reduce the stresses in my life. I really must focus on my writing, and on securing a diagnosis and medication for the disorder(s) which have made my life so far the anarchic mess that it has been. More

Bankrupcy banquet

I got up in the morning thinking I had a free day with M_____ working all day. I put on my buckwheat porride as usual. It doesn’t bother me at all now. I’ve got my technique down to make it how I like it, leaving the buckwheat to simmer in the rice milk for at least fifteen minutes, and then turning off the heat for a good five or ten (while I have a shower, say). Meanwhile, I got on to read the Czech version of what I have now found is indeed translated into English (as how could it not be), “H.”: Autobiography of a Child Prostitute and Heroin Addict by Christiane F. I read a little to myself, and then a little more out loud, practising my pronunciation and frustrating myself in the process – Czech is a very difficult language to read out aloud since I find that I constantly anticipate the endings of words incorrectly and end up stuttering more than usual; in combination with the inherent difficulty of the pronunciaion for English speakers it sounds very bad indeed. Czech shot up my priority lists from this, as I’m sure it will as quickly fall down.

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