21 September 2007 @ 01:27 pm
A few more details on Fred.  
Fred photographs flowers. Beautifully. He makes that o'keefe person look like a doudy dull poser. Fred does things with lighting and *color* that just STUN the viewer. I'll probably post some of his work later. I mention this only b'c I heard from [livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa (who lives in the Berkeley House with most of my family) told me that Fred has lost his sense of aesthetics. Fred picked a filthy piece of something off the ground and wanted to give it to the girl he has a crush on. Mom stopped him. Told him that if he gave it to the woman she'd think he was "mad". But... that's the most devastating thing I can think of happening to Fred. Not knowing what's beautiful. Fred has also been clinically manic the past two months or so. He's hooked up with Berkeley Mental Health and Dad's taking him to a mental clinic where Fred can meet with a psychiatrist and get a 2 week supply of medication.

Fred may also be having visual hallucinations vs. George's memories being deluded with paranoia and grandness. Fred's been talking about haunted houses and demons. Demons! GAH! Poor Fred!!

I just got off the phone with the San Francisco coroner's office to confirm whether Chia had actually committed suicide/died. B'c George IS delusional and Dad was also thinking Chia's mom might've just been trying to keep George from calling the house - which he apparently had been. Chia is dead. My very first thought when George told me was OH THANK GOD YOU TWO BROKE UP MONTHS AGO. Second thought was Shit! Poor George! Third thought was a fist pump of win b'c SHE CAN'T BREAK HIM ANYMORE!!! And then I did lots of authentic empathy things on the phone at him.

I feel very proud of all my hard work and therapy that ding dong the bitch is dead was my *third* thought. Though I don't hold any of you to the same standard. Some of you may be fond of George through me and a tiny handful of you have met him, but he's not your brother. You aren't talking to him on the phone Every Day. You can totally celebrate first if you want. *g*

I know some of you are concerned but I really am doing okay. If I fall apart this weekend I'll let you know.

Oh and I caught a cold MY SECOND WEEK AT WORK. WOO!! ::rollseyes:: Someone let me touch their equipment while they were ill. Of course NOW I remember that I need hand sanitizer ON MY DESK AT ALL TIMES. B'c I crawl under desks, use other peoples keyboards/mouses, etc., etc.

ALWAYS TELL YOUR COMPUTER TECH WHEN YOU'RE SICK!! EVERY. FUCKING. TIME!!!

Bitches.
 
 
grooving to: Justin Timberlake - Floatin'
mood:: sick
 
 
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ext_21868: rise[identity profile] capnzebbie.livejournal.com on September 22nd, 2007 03:28 am (UTC)
This might be an urban myth, but I think I read in a legitimate news source about a woman getting HPV from some guy's keyboard at work--if I were a computer tech I think I'd keep rubber gloves as well as hand sanitizer.

*hugs* for all the harsh things that are happening. I hope things get better.
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[identity profile] fashes.livejournal.com on September 22nd, 2007 04:06 am (UTC)
um, thx?
HPV is a sexually transmitted disease. By which I mean it's transferred through bodily fluid contact like HIV. So... not so much with getting THE KILLING CANCER from work.

Thanks for the warm thoughts! Things are already getting better, or at least stable-er!
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[identity profile] delibby.livejournal.com on September 22nd, 2007 04:28 am (UTC)
ALWAYS TELL YOUR COMPUTER TECH WHEN YOU'RE SICK!! EVERY. FUCKING. TIME!!!


oh yes, that's so rude!
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[identity profile] fashes.livejournal.com on September 22nd, 2007 06:31 am (UTC)
totally sending out a missive
I'm totally sending an e-mail out on Monday. Like... BITCHES YOU MUST TELL ME WHEN YOU'RE ILL. I TOUCH ALL YOUR DIRTY GERMY THINGS!!
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