Thank you to The Killers for this one.

I’m getting ready to write Abnormal Psychology of a Conduit Part 3 tomorrow and I was talking myself up as I smoked.

Reminding myself that there is a PhD in psychology with 30 years experience that learned when I spoke.

I get psychology, why people do what they do. It’s why I don’t get mad anymore.

I used to get pissed as fuck. Then I learned why they did it.

Throughout my life as I understood why, it didn’t make me any less pissed off.

That took years of building my patience.

Speaking of which, I texted my son yesterday and still haven’t heard back.

Understanding that he has had several concussions and has a memory issue, I can be patient.

There are times when one is not in ones life on a daily, one forgets shit.

That’s a responsibility issue for me. I work to remember shit.

I work at my life and even relaxing takes concerted effort.

Right now I’m not relaxed because I’m nervous because I have no fucking clue what in the blue holy fuck I’m going to write tomorrow.

However I’ve done this before and it’s how I always write so I got nothing to worry about.

That’s weird.

I truly have nothing to worry about.

Fly like an eagle by The Steve Miller Band started.

Time keeps on slipping into the future.

Now only goes forward and there is no pause button.