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Had a good meeting with my social worker today. I was coughing a lot, but we
were both wearing masks, and he apparently always walks around with this
foldable clear plastic partition. I’m not the only client of his who has
health issues. I just hope I get over mine soon, and adapt better to this
world. I didn’t tell him any of this, but I’m just now realizing that I told
him that I’ve been keeping a blog, and gave him a link, so he’ll be able to
read all of this. I’ve already talked a lot about how I believe I’m from a
different universe. Maybe I could just backpedal a little, and tell him that
it’s fiction, and this is all nothing more than a creative outlet. But he
would be able to read this installment too, which apparently negates that
explanation. Maybe I’ll just schedule this to post near the end of the
evening. I don’t expect he’ll read this far anyway. It’s not like this is
brilliant writing. Then again, the newest post will always be at the top, and
I’ve spoken to people back when I was writing my fictional stories who just
read that most recent one, and then stopped. So the newest one always has to
be the best. But even then, it’s often taken completely out of context. I am
trying to paint you a picture here. You can’t start in the middle, and expect
to form a reasonable opinion on my skill, can you? No, that would be unfair.
Start at the beginning, or don’t start at all. No, don’t do that. That’s what
most people do. Five billion people in the world, and the number of people who
actually read my ish adds up to a rounding error. Just kidding, it’s zero,
with a margin of error of zero also. Yay, me! Whatever. Anyway, I got a second
hit on my ad. She doesn’t claim to be an alien, but she hasn’t said she isn’t
yet. I’m calling her tonight. Audio only.
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