Great potential

I had my road-trip-by-myself to Waikato today for my evoked potentials test and it was lots of fun, window down, stereo up fun. It reminded me of the old days, seven years gone, when I used to beat a track over the hill at night in the Legend, music loud, moonlight shining through the open sunroof, doob in hand heading for Jon's place and a weekend of fun. And no kids, not if you didn't count the cat.

The places I go now seem so much more intense, other-worldly. Day has replaced night; electrodes and pulsing checkerboard lights have replaced nookie and takeaways;



clonazepam has replaced doobs; Primeras have replaced Legends and Commodores. Parking on the front lawn and wandering inside has been replaced by parking in a wobbly walker car park in a car parking building, walking 10 miles around a rabbit warren and paying for the privilege. Leaving your clothes on at the hospital has replaced taking them off in broad daylight at the Hamilton SPCA (don't ask...)

Abnormal has replaced normal. A new normal has been born.

PS my 17 year old daughter calls me Eileen (which happens to be my middle name) after I have had my clonazepam because it makes me lean off to the right all the time and I sort of fall over sideways. She gets a real kick out of it. Little bitch. I'm glad someone else is having fun.