and Wishing You All The Best For 2007
Here is the latest development of things. The mishap with my pdoc simply mentioning that the time of day I was taking certain meds, which ended in nearly two weeks of readjustment taking place, has nearly ended. Well, not really. It hit a climax today. I missed my all-day library class today as a result of my sleep still not being normal. The other element of normality that got severely disrupted this past week was my appetite was derailed. From a tri-complex of depression brought on by disrupted sleep, thoughts of friendship-abandonment, and not enough money to buy a decent meal each day I did not eat properly this week. Today is the first day that I have had two consecutive meals and to tell you the truth, I don’t see the upcoming week being much better. The goddamned meds, they are so much more trouble than they are help, I swear.
So I have to write another letter to the pdoc. I swear, it is the only thing that gets any movement out of him. I am scheduled to see him on Thursday this week.
The good news I have to tell you about tonight is that I got a call-back from the Eugene O’Neill Foundation Library. I had a phone interview and they say I am the most qualified applicant that they are interested in. I go in for my real interview on October 11. The first project they have for me to work on is scanning actual, handwritten letters of
In this past weeks depression, there were two days that the weather played part and I was reminded of elements of my depression from last year. A very strong cold front blew in off the
Anyway, back to
Ok, winter darkness, exposure to the spirit of a dead author that wrote his greatest works on the very grounds that I will be working at, a pdoc that can’t treat his poor patient properly if his life depended on it… pray for me.
(This is a picture that I took of myself inside Eugene O'Neill's office when I took a tour of the Tao House property earlier this spring on one of the last rainy days of the year. That other man in the room is looking out of the upper corner window shown in the black and white photo shown below. The desk beside me is where O'Neill wrote his last, greatest plays.)

It's good to see your still among the living.
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