day 3. click

I haven't slept in two days. The noise is a constant stream of un-orchestrated madness. Today we had "group." We sit around in a circle like we're at some scout campfire and "share" and somehow draw lines of invisible connections between how similar our un-manageable our lives are. The reality is that every one has already drawn an emotional border around their own circle of likeness. If you're not in their club, you're not getting in their club.

Dr. Q wants us to expand our outreach and create a social network community using this thing called twitter.

But I'm not a follower or a joiner. So their little clicks just make them appear even smaller in my eyes. I've never been a fan of the whole girl-scout thing, anyway. I'm happy to round the corner of my figure eight---left, then right, then left, then right, then left...