Pinky soul in the dead of night

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Wow, I just discovered I can make this caption as long as I want.

"Pain"
(a limerick)
Deep in the pink is a tryst with the Dark
The meeting of minds in neuronical spark
MedHelp says little
I need an acquittal
To help me collaborate
Instead of elaborate
This dumb bumbling walk in the park.

Surfing WebMD is a joke and a half
Most of the forums just make me laugh
These people are silly
Too doped up and pilly
To make sense of their crime
For wasting my time
With eye scorching TMI gaffe.

It's amazing how well rhyming works
I'm proud that it's one of my perks
When I feel really gross
I get oddly morose
I play with my words
And lurk around nerds
Until I feel good from your quirks.

I made a date. I'm going out with my neurologist on Monday. He's going to look at my naked spine scan from last Feb.

I don't know yet. More torture with needles, perhaps, pinpoint the nerve conduction. Get it- needles, pinpoint... I'm going to ask for more therapy. Chiro wants me doing decompression, wonder if neurologist refers to stuff like that.

Pinky cave was a good move this evening, killed a bit of time dumping and deleting crabbage, and I guess I'll try to go on to bed. I miss the twitters, but I could stab someone with a sock right now and be victorious, so best just stay holed up.

Valentine Scurvy

Valentine's Day is a little different around here.


My mind is usually somewhere in this range.

Valentine's Day used to be my only outlet for the weird incongruent secret obsession I had with the color pink, and I was fine with it being all about Scott scarfing Valentine junk while his eyes were glued to the TV so my brain could bubble along in a parallel universe.

He told me once that I'm ruined, and I agreed that I don't have a romantic bone in my body. At all. That was before we found out I'm aspie. Sometimes I feel a little sad that I'm figuring all this stuff out way too late, but I'm grateful I am getting the chance to in real life, you know? So many people never do, despite it being shoved in our faces via retail and broadcasting. Thanks to a few new shows popping up, I'm understanding a little more why this is a big deal to people. Scott is my Paige.
Now back to my weird incongruent obsessing. If it doesn't involve chocolate, sweet pink fluff, or construction paper and glue, don't bug me with Valentine schmooze. I take my celebrating very seriously.

Eat me!

I actually said it- So much for Halloween, may as well just let it go and wait till it comes back around next year.

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That's a facepalm. You know, eyes squinched shut. Ok, nevermind.

I've been getting my days (and weeks) mixed up even more monumentally than normal, and it hit me yesterday Halloween cards I had for a couple of months hadn't been sent out yet, and then it hit me last night I haven't even gotten my bills ready to go yet, and it's hitting me this morning that the rest of the holiday slide is going to be like this and I may as well just let it all hum over my head now. I can't both participate AND keep a steady schedule of any kind going. So back to my old ways- holidays is what other people do. I sit in a corner in my own little world vaguely aware of the world twirling around me.

So I made a big ol' list last night, I've got a big ol' day in front of me to get this stuff back in line, and since it involves driving I'm going to enjoy what I can of autumn peak before it's gone, because I was wandering around Walmart like a derelict yesterday and I didn't even pick up Halloween candy for trick-or-treaters. Yeah, it's that bad.

Meanwhile, @bonenado is having a ball. I live vicariously through him.

This scene saves me.