Thinking about the bus while not on the bus. I took the metro in paris, and when I got on it was mostly empty, so I took a seat. Then it was suddenly packed. A man put his suitcase in my lap, and then somebody started yelling in my direction. I thought they were telling me to stand up, and felt awful because I couldn't because his suitcase was on my legs.
Anyway, I read I Love Dick recently, with its extended footnotes on giving people schizophrenia. I wasn't coping with this. My supervisor said it's rare but really special to feel personally addressed by texts, she feels that too. My psychiatrist quadrupled my medication.















