I know this is where I sleep, eat, live, but I can't remember much beyond that, like what do I do in those times. Even when I go to work, I know where and what I do, but the particulars are gone. To try to recall such memories produces brain strain and ache. I can not picture what I do, so very frustrating.

I know about the Others, but they don't seem to real to me for I really don't hear them. Its like I kinda know why, but like it's as if I care to know the why.

I'm just a guy doing home maintenace, like I fixed the weed eater and edged the lawn just now. I'm a hands on kinda guy and really hate reading and writing. But I'm also compelled to dot my t's and cross my I's! Lol, see what I did! Take that.

This being transgendered thing is laughable and unreal and I try fighting it but always seem to lose. So here I sit dressed like a chic, groan.

Anyways, thought I'd say while I'm cooling off from the summers heat. Back at it because if I don't do it, it will never get done. Odd, isn't it?