A post from a moment ago, as well as a post from some time ago (the recent one about me, the other about someone else (whom I should have never said those things of)) have been deleted.

Now, I am cleaning up my apartment. I talked to the new caseworker, from the Mint Team (a caseworker for a high-functioning adult with mental illness (me)), and I have her contact information. I also called a local therapist office, to get a counselor. Former therapist stopped the practice.

Awaiting a callback. And also cleaning. And arranging files on laptop. I have a fil called "cli-tips.txt" of handy commands that I can use.

I also got notice the package I sent back to Amazon was received. Refund being issued shortly.

inquiry

> A post from a moment ago, as well as a post from some time
> ago (the recent one about me, the other about someone
> else (whom I should have never said those things of))
> have been deleted.

Deleting posts?!?!?! <GASP> :-)

Oddly, yesterday I posted to a place that I haven't in nearly three years. I took (without *any* more-involved divination..) the fact the account still existed *and* that I miraculously remembered its password as a sign I should post something there.

And I felt good about it for several minutes until remembering it wouldn't be read, and then I felt silly, and then felt like deleting it.. but then thought, well, maybe someone accidentally comes across it and gets a kick out the post after a nearly three year absence... and... and... well, I almost started getting excited about posting again, for a second there. *Almost*.

> I also got notice the package I sent back to Amazon was
> received. Refund being issued shortly.

Glory be.

In a distantly related matter, my wife and I were driving back from a groceries outing when we saw on an electronic billboard proclaiming that the second installment of this year's property taxes are... um... *were* due yesterday... I'd somehow become convinced they were due later this month. But, no.

So after unloading the vehicle, I drove recklessly (not really... but you know how that would make the story sound better..) to the payment center, where I was relieved to learn I was still in some payment grace period such that there'd be no late penalty.

tffb

ah, glad you got em paid. I was facing a deadline for my UPS package return, went and got it sent back. Two refunds incoming now

almost like a rule "deleting is a part of writing" (I'd venture that Hemmingway had more crumpled sheets of paper on his desk than completed pages)

miracle tech

inquiry

I'm still trying to "find myself" when it comes to what I want to call "online writing without tears and/or regrets". I've come to see persistence of posts as more a downer, yet so much of me wishes it weren't so that I'm perpetually on the verge of trying to give it yet another chance.

So much hope, so little semblance to how it really works.

I think a huge factor is my own inability to avoid becoming obsessed with ideas that I suddenly think everyone else ought be pondering unto championing. Where does that come from? Or sudden obsession with "the absence of an idea", e.g. waxing idyllic about the current mood rooted in circumstances that, together, seem to be begging for expression.

Again, for me, persistence of posts/replies winds up becoming testaments to recurring obsession mania. I so love how the "Bus Stop" site takes care of that. Kind of makes me want to create a counterpart called "Chalkboard", where Javascript magic shows posts about to leave us being slowly erased by a chalkboard erasers.

organizing, cleaning