I don't know how to go to sleep. I have to be "put to bed" - with sleepy stuff, nightcaps, or extreme exhaustion. Without them I tend to lay in bed and think about dumb things I've done. And everything seems dumb when you are laying in bed for hours.

I forgot to eat all day yesterday, and will routinely forget normal hygiene/bodily care activities.

I need a mother.



Jen is my lil mama in absentia. She tells me to work on my sleeping habits, and insists that I drink out of a wine glass - something I appreciate - even going so far as to take my cup out of my hand and transfer the contents to a classier version. When she cooks (cooking? what's that?) I assist her, like momma's little helper. It's a good thing.

I made some chicken, a first.
"You cooked something! Look at you!"
"I did it! I helped! I'm helping!"

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Spencer, Jen, Anthony and I went to the grocery store last night at 11:30 pm. Anthony didn't have shoes so he wore dark socks to disguise his feet. That tickled me.