11-14-25 & 11-15-25 The moon is waning! Wanted to get wasted tonight; so much insurance frustration!!!!!! But maintained sobriety... Talk about ambiguity!!!!!! I hate it…sticking up for myself and NOT over-sharing—just asking for clarity. More important that ever to be your own advocate as a senior! Then feeling like I’m being raped every time these so-called support service people apologize--it's like a dagger in my heart--the sheer stress they imbue by posturing being nice!

“Threads of Mist and Fog” From Dreams to be Buried In By God Body Disconnect It's my last night at TSI's Miele's Respite on the Creedmor State Psychiatric Hospital campus--really more of a huge park/sanctuary/reserve far out and deep within the outer reachers of Queens. The track above is a great ending score to my stay today,11-1-25. My short story started out "The Ghost of Creedmor" then became "The Ghosts of Creedmor" and finally I reached a subconscious to conscious rev