eavesdropping notes, saturday, november third, 2007, noon.
fall semester, junior year, 1997
I sort of wake up.
focusing too much on the things passing by.
You can feel out the emotional portrait of an event you were not around to witness solely through the memory pointillism of others.
On Twitter, Anonymous asked, “How did you find a good therapist?”
“All the world’s a stage.”- let’s use that. For the sake of convenience (and the fun kind of negligent over-simplification), let’s call human reality The Stage.
This is a sleep history.
Final semester, 1998
Events from early in high school; no particular order.
The ongoing Aspergers Syndrome (AS) and depression series been staggered out here over the course of two years, so I wanted to provide an overview of the entire discussion in one location. This will include a brief synopsis of each segment, as well as a links to each post.