Kure Beach, November 2015. I am trying to quit smoking. I'm finding it not that hard so far. But I am having a terrible time with voices. I find it really hard to sleep or do anything normal. I believe I have been attacked by a photographer I used to know in Los Angeles. It's a persistent feeling, It's his voice i hear and I just feel very put upon. I actually complained about this to my first Doctor when I was hospitalised in Los Angeles in 1999. I think I was labelled paranoid, but I don't think I'm paranoid. My last hospital doctor didn't think I was paranoid - or at least he didn't put it in the notes. In any case, I am a day late with this post and I'm uncomfortable generally.
I'm still waiting for my paintings to dry, although that is the thing I need to check on. I'm trying to avoid fingerprints. I have painted the edges, and I have fingerprints on them, which I would like to avoid. I'm finding it hard to wait, but it shouldn't be this hard. I mean, I like what I'm doing, and I would like to get back to it, but I feel a bit like I'm lacking something to say. I have therapy in an hour and I"m just kind of thinking about that, trying to watch the time. A bit annoyed that I wasn't able to post yesterday. So I'm off my stride generally, Hopefully, things will calm down and I can write a bit more.
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