God,
M. and Dad are talking.
That is really good news.
Sister G. is listening.
I just put on Bates Motel for a sense of comfort and relaxednedss.
I filled out My paperwork for GR and CalFresh and perhaps CalLearn? And CalWorks?
I'm really nervous about working. I don't know if I can fit in the fittedness of thinglessness.
I am getting out of Gods way.
It sounds like talking well they are.
I am not here.
But I am willing to program Myself in the name of R-A.
It seems to be well-going.
I worked on a fourth step yesterday and I did my best to act as thoroughly as possible.
And it is working.
God and His Infinite Jest might be according to plan going.
I am here, God is here, Dad is here, M. is here, and sister G. is here.
Xanther is here too.
Anonymistily,
The Archer
Schizophrenia Paranoia ( . . .)
I meant Schizophrenic Paranoia (In the autistic community people don’t like to be described as having an austism, they liked to be called Austistic (Autistic) (Autisticos)
Because they see their diagnosis as an asset, not a disorder or an disease or an illness but something to be cultivated, refined and cherished.