Notes

Finding out that I have a memory issue — small, granted, but still troubling — and being put back on Lamictal (a drug related to my bipolar disorder) really set me back yesterday. Today doesn’t feel much better. If anything, it feels worse.

Much worse.

I’m hoping this is temporary, but somehow I have doubts and fears. They are only illusory, in my head mostly; nonetheless, I cannot shake the feeling that I am doomed to an ultimate failure and eventual death as a result.

I will hate to leave Missy most of all.

I don’t really have anything to say beyond this. It is what is; it always has been; it always will be.

I just hope I live long enough to finish the book, get it published, and see Trump fail and leave.

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onward,
T
4/3/2025