You can get these (and the other new ones I don't like nearly as much) here.
"But, Transient . . ." you say to me, in a not entirely unsuspicious though compassionate fashion, " . . . I thought you were feeling pitiful and melodramatic and thus creatively blocked! How do you explain this ejaculation of color so inappropriate to that mood??"
I don't know. Maybe it's because I'm bi-polar, not uni-polar, thus suggesting a propensity for mercurial mood changes resulting in bright flashes of energy amidst an otherwise depressed aura. I could be swinging from one extreme to the other. I could be really excited. I could be feeling sorry for myself. I could simply have chosen the colors for the best dramatic effect. Everything is pathology and sometimes a cigar is just a cigar. Who knows and does it matter?
I may have been offered a great job today. Then again, I may have merely been asked to volunteer my time. I'm not exactly sure what happened and am too nervous to ask for clarification.
I also agreed to allow my daughter to quit public high school and instead pursue a GED rather than a diploma. This is probably the best thing for her health but I am sad about the loss of watching that kid walk across a stage and be acknowledged. I'm sad for her, because she wanted it so much and was working so hard for it.
I want to say I know I am doing the right thing, but the instincts that usually guide me aren't chiming in tonight. I can only say I hope I am doing what's right. I hope so much - I hope everything, the whole world for her. For her and her siblings.
