No real promise for today other than the fact that i will live through it. Another day of H***. Lights flashing this morning. That's always a sign of a "great" day. I'm sure to visit one pole or the other when that happens. I tell my team about the lights and the spots and the neon ropes, and the dark blobs that are in my path and they dismiss them. They are no better than my mom was when i was a teenager and reached out to her then. I know what i see. Told the case worker through my insurance company's mental health division. Called them floaters. Physical, not mental. OK whatever. I'm up and moving but my mind is in bed. Lights are too bright. Wishes that rhyme with the location of my mind. That is all.