who checked in. I love you guys, too…was just feeling lonely, I guess, in my temporary seclusion.

Things continue to suck here…Writing has slowed to a crawl as I try to get over this weird thing I’ve got about completing sentences. I felt better later today, I will say that…it may have to do with fatigue added into the mix.

Still, I’m working at it.

One of these days, I’ve gotta get back out on the road for some gigs…I’ve got DC tentatively planned for early fall, and I think the Catskills gig is still on (at least, it was the last time I checked)…but that’s about it. Was thinking about hitting up the Nuyo again; it’s been a bit since I last featured there. And I’m always looking for excuses to get back to NYC. And of course, I HAVE to check out Acentos one of these days…

I think it’s bed time for this camper…shit. I do miss certain aspects of the manic side of this condition, and one of those would be the nights when I just couldn’t stop writing, all the way into the earliest morning hours…

On balance, of course, it carried its own crap — but there were times when it was worth it.

This is the first day I’ve taught a class since shifting to the higher dosages of the medications.

I’ve been having a disconcerting side effect: forgetting words halfway through sentences, I stand like a dope and stumble until I get them back.

And sometimes, I don’t get them back.

I managed to get through this session with minimal disruption because I put together a version of the session that included a lot of small group activities, so I wasn’t talking non-stop.

I made it through ok, I guess…the evaluations look no different than they usually do, at any rate.

But this had better get better soon, or else I don’t know what I’ll do.