Adderall

A latest fascination is Adderall. I've always been a night-owl and snorting the pink candy-like lines of crushed addys is a very nice ride through to the late hours. Like any euphoric stimulant, I will fiend on it until it's gone and then stop doing it for years. There's no jitters like caffeine. It bears a resemblance to coke but milder. And the drip is sugary, and not numb.

It's unfortunate the mind can't be willed into states given by drugs. I suppose someone will come along and say exercise or meditation, or ujjayi breath. But you should be able to flex a gland in the back of the brain to release opiates or stimulants.

Now, I need to finish a short story that's been lingering for several weeks.

Ok. I finished it. I also just changed my city from Brooklyn to Houston, with some sadness. I feel a bit homesick, but I also am starting to feel human again here.

The boarding house

Maris Devry arrived in the town late and had to walk to the boarding house. The address was scribbled on the back of an M&M wrapper and, as she was leaving the bus, asked the driver if he knew the way. He pointed towards a street that appeared to go up the side of a mountain. Past a street lamp, it disappeared into shadows.
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A three year old and miscellany.

C has a daughter. A cheerful little 3 year old, so cute and full of energy that's surprisingly endless. Very endearing. Playing with a kid is tiring but full of delight. Were we all this way once? Running around, laughing and almost but not really knowing how to use the bathroom? Throwing tantrums and rolling on the carpet? She can use an iPad without much guidance; it's an amazing sight when you consider the history of the personal computer.

We had PET computers in junior high. Behold the technical wonder:


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