Well, another week at the shelter is in the basket.

Got a new roommate yesterday. Seems nice. He used to be a trucker until his employer gave him a breathalyzer test one morning and his reading was over 0.04, which is way above the zero tolerance trucking companies usually expect. Needless to say, his world has gone from okie-dokie to oh-f**k-this-isn’t-good. The only negative aspect of our new relationship is his radio or rather the station his radio is tuned to. I guess it’s rock of some sort or maybe it’s alternative of some sort. Either way, a lot of it is noise I can do without. Interminable repetition is not one of my favorite forms of music. If there is going to words along with the music, I prefer lyrics that at least tell some sort of story (even if it’s only minimally recognizable as a story) rather than have one phrase that is repeated over and over, ad infinitum. Other than that we get along okay.

Went to see the shrink today. He told me I should’ve come into the clinic when I was feeling low last month, or gone to the emergency room to see a mental health specialist, or called the crisis line. I guess just talking to someone about how shitty my life was going would’ve done a great deal toward a quicker, tidier recovery. I'll definitely do that next time because I know there will be a next time. Bipolar works like that, up down, the blahs, down up, the blahs, over and over. It's a life. Up until late 2005 I dealt with it by using alcohol as a damper, which wasn't good. Now, I use the meds. One chemical or the other, it seems. He did change my sleeping med from Ambien to Trazedone, which I hope will help me getting to sleep. Also, we had a fairly good session, the interpersonal chemistry is finally working and I hope future sessions will be as productive as today’s.

I’m slowly working on Chapter 14 of Remembering Tim. The stuff Sharon sent me from 2008 occurs about six chapters in the future from where Geoff is right now, considering a lot of what Geoff has been going through this time around is original stuff. So I have a lot of new stuff to write to do to get from here to there, though when I do get to that point the journey definitely will not be as it was back in 2008 when I originally wrote Tim and the Corsair. I can’t give a time when Chapter 14 will be ready to post, but I hope it will be before next month. It all depends on my mood, which is good today, but tomorrow may be in the crapper.