A Productive Proofreading Spell – Mad Chaos: May 11, 2004

Have mercy on my optimism, whose swell ever since I moved into this house has made me proud.  I have little else except for creature comforts, but somehow I seem to thrive daily, as its humble stimulants are an abundant source of pleasure. 

I should be dark and shadowed by pessimism like the clouds that a couple of minutes back on my smoke break passed over, but rather, I feel inspired by my attitude.  I feel like I have coalesced around a studious work ethic, been made buoyant by a rallying of resolutions, and have in no day stagnated because of a punctual insertion of socials to rescue me before any stale or monotonous dullness sets in. 

I feel uplifted in confidence about my decision to apply for a disability support pension and applaud the progress, which sees me visit a Centrelink psychologist tomorrow.  A simple world immerses me, and it motivates me because I know solace approaches me, for as these days close in on other resolutions.

Proofreading The 1996 Diary

Last night I spent many hours proofreading my third prehistory month. 

In this month, I become inducted into Pizza Hut lore and head on Pizza Hut deliveries while our social circle dramatically expands.  I am broke and lack core disciplines but it never deters people who seek after my company. 

I also find my vocabulary and creative flair starts to develop in this month, as words like ‘prodigy’ and ‘rudiments’ are used in correct syntax in sentences. 

Friends Contribute Their Accounts

I was overwhelmed and perplexed by how lacksome in detail the month of May 1996 was, but in those thin accounts, the chronology was brimful of exceptional days. 

I have ten or so days that I had to outsource to Chef and Nestles from the previous month, but because of the glut of socials in this third prehistory month, I realize I will have to depend even more on the vivid portrayals from other people. 

This problem to rely on others however could be a wedge for this third prehistory month.  I sense it could be a logistical nightmare if people I proposition to tell their stories about those days to help fill gaps fail to cooperate. 

I am already resigned to the fact that I will have to outsource more accounts to others and consider my approach wisely to meet the standards of the previous months. 

Taking Alprazolam To Sleep

Last night I went to sleep around 5am.  I had to continually wake up from 4:30am to 5am and boot up my computer to append more details to a character description. 

I was a little abraded as well (which means I coughed) because it had been hours since my last Alprazolam tablet, but I placed my heater on the frame of my waterbed as a creature comfort to help me sleep.  This helped me endure the abrasion.

A Productive Proofreading Day

When I woke up today around 2pm, I immediately had an Alprazolam tablet, and then showered. 

I was still abraded when I walked upstairs to microwave five fish fingers for breakfast.  I was a little raw but I pounced on the proofs of the third month and had a pragmatic couple of hours, where after each couple of entries completed, I would walk to the backyard and have a smoke because the denseness of the work required me to recompose more often. 

I had a content and productive day today, as more headway was made on my prehistory proofs.  There was no time for “Championship Manager” or other wasters of time, which has been neglected for over a week now. 

Unwinding To Michael Jackson

I did have a proper break from my duties to watch the news at 4:30pm. 

I then spaced out to the album “Invincible” by Michael Jackson, which was cathartic with my stereo system turned up as loud and clear as it could go.  I rather saw it as a reward for my work.  As I had another smoke outside, I noticed that a dribble of rain earlier had left the concrete damp. 

I came back into my bedroom and danced around euphorically to the music, which by the quality of the sound and the caliber of the music would have been an endorphin boost. 

I had my own little party, so you could say I am settled now. 

I feel alive and energized. 

Later on, I will finish some more proofs, watch the treasurer give his fiscal budget report, have dinner, and then wind down to perhaps finish the final seven proofs of my third prehistory month before I decide to sleep.

Prepare For Centrelink Psychologist

I have to wake up at 8am tomorrow for my Centrelink interview. 

I had practice with my brother yesterday when I showed him my illustration of mental abrasion.  I hope to be as eloquent with the Centrelink psychologist. 

I wonder if she has read my memoir entries yet or if she will probe deep into me tomorrow to see I am bona fide and hasten my application.  I am optimistic, but not cocky however.  I foresee the psychologist will be unprepared, and it will take the six weeks to establish whether I am eligible or not.

Australian Treasurer’s Budget Speech

For now, there is an hour before the budget report airs, so I will have a smoke out in the backyard and prepare dinner. 

I believe tonight it will be pork leg steak pieces, broad beans, stir-fry noodles with a layer of golden honey mustard, a side dish of tuna, and not to forget, my trio of pills, Olanzapine, Alprazolam and Atenolol.