The skin of normalness – pierced’
Portsmouth 24th March
Wake at 4:22am – dreams remembered till 8:23 then forgotten
Not a good night – party up the road with shouts in the street at unplanned for intervals – their patterns worry me as I snooze alongside the pain form a splinter unceremoniously given by plywood I cant dig out.
Today is a hoped for non-people day rest day – other than a man coming to mend the loo pull light I seem to have ‘destroyed’ the other night in one movement – i will stay out of view at the back of the House – not that this is totally ignorable.
Yesterday I made a mistake – I went out – 3 hours later due to traffic jams and people I was a minute away from meltdown on arriving home due to the mass and accumulation of social intrusion. Fear compounded by a ‘bright yellow’ van insisting on drawing up alongside me on the walk I took lottery hunting later in the evening
aspergers sometimes can bite
Today i can rest other than:
Make screen shots of the sound part of the project for report and evaluation.
Sort 3 DAYS emails into categories each labeled before I slip to far
Open the pile of letters on the dining room table and arrange in order of frightology
Sort the diary’s from Look About and pack for transport
Prepare this weeks work including the ‘Autism and art’ talk at O3 Gallery Oxford with Simon Baron Cohen
artist 247
lists needed
——————–hiatus——————
then
then I can
Sit and close my eyes
Sit and c l o s e my eyes
S i t and c l o s e my eyes
S i t and c l o s e my e y e s
S i t a n d c l o s e m y e y e s
K o n f i r m e d
