I saw her today at the mental health clinic. I immediately needed a pickle. Or a strong warm whiskey. But, having neither, I resumed reading about global alien takeover. I hashed this out with Margaret. There’s not much going on there. As I have nothing nice to say, I will just be quiet. In the meanwhile: Jay came over with chronic and a big bong. I’m IN ORBIT and at terminal escape velocity achieved.

It’s going to be ok. Even if it’s not.