Big Beaver: Clown Costume Aftermath
Big Beaver: Clown Costume Aftermath.
Showing up for a party at night in clothing fit for a clown is fun. Waking up the next day hung over and realizing that you will have to put the clown costume clothes on again to get home is a lousy feeling. It is awful to feel terrible and have to battle though the day in such apparel. It limits what you are willing to do. There was no way I was going to a restaurant for lunch dressed like that.
Steve, his girlfriend and I watched Wayne’s World, a ritual Steve and I have when I am home. That is great entertainment. Zang!
I stopped to visit my mom on the way back to Big Beaver. I showed up looking like a clown. My mom was pleased with my appearance. We visited for about an hour. It is hard work to follow her mind, but we had big discussions with what is happening inside of her brain. She knows that something is really wrong. She is very frustrated. But, I had felt like there had been a lot of change from Christmas until I seen her last week, but today she seemed to be at about the same stage as she was at Christmas. It was nice to just be the two of us visiting. I am not sure the last time I got to visit with her like that.
I came home in the rain, and finally at about 9pm I began packing my clothes to get out of here and get a job tomorrow. It was very hard to motivate myself to pack. I do not want to go. I really do not want to have to go and get a shitty job where I feel like my mind is imprisoned. I did some math tonight though, and I have only worked 4 of the past 20 months, so I guess a man has to pay his dues.