I finished Margaret Mitchell’s Gone with the Wind. A fascinating and captivating book. On to Scarlet now which mom says is really good. Mom didn’t like the Twilight books so brought them by to me since I’ve seen two of the movies and loved them. I’m already on book three, Eclipse. It took some getting used to Stephanie Meyer’s childish prose, though, which was why mom didn’t like them. “Too hard to read,” she had told me as she handed me the bag. I love them in their own awkward way. Mom also brought me Robert Jordan’s complete Wheel of Time fantasy series which is twelve books. She said if I love The Lord of the Rings then I will love this series. I have so many books now I don’t know what to read next. Mom is like a library. I find myself reading a few chapters of one then moving to another for a short while for a change of pace. It is just amazing I have the concentration and patience to read again for the first time in years.
Maggie and I have slept off and on for most of the day power napping. I gave Maggie two whole Poptarts a few days ago and watched as she took each outside to bury them for later. It has rained since then so imagine my joy when she brought in a soggy Poptart through the dog door that was falling apart as she carried it. Luckily, she cleaned up after herself eating every morsel. It was pretty gross.
Dad and I have talked several times on the phone about the weather today. It never got above 35 degrees here today according to my wireless weather station and that is unheard of this deep in the South. We have a hard freeze warning out for tonight (19 degrees) so I will most likely check my pipes in the basement and continue to finish putting the insulation on Charlie brought me. I will also let an outside faucet run slightly tonight just as a precaution. Friday it may not get out of the twenties. We haven’t seen this kind of cold since 1899!
Late last night I was sitting at my computer as my left arm went numb. This is a sign my medication has run out and my schizophrenia is about to act up. My injection of Risperdal is this Tuesday and I eagerly await it. If I can just make it a few more days, then I will be over the hill so to speak. I also had a period of giddiness and euphoria yesterday mental illness induced. I LOVED IT! Food tasted better. Smoking was ten times more enjoyable. Listening to classical music was like an orgasm. Do “normal” people feel this way from time to time and thus do not need drugs to feel better? Is that why addicts are caught so firmly in the grip of substances as they lack this normal mental ability? I don’t know, but it sure felt good. I wouldn’t mind it happening again today if fate would so have it. I love anything that makes me feel abnormal in a good way. It’s my Achilles heel.