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Stick a fork in me, I’m guilty. I know, I know. That makes no sense. That’s me. I’m not sleeping much, or well, again. Very shaky when I got up this morning. Not going to make it to vote, even though I really, really want to. I messed up and wasn’t able to get the absentee ballot, and I don’t have the means or the energy to get to the voting place, so crap. I do try to be a responsible citizen. I felt guilty for a very long time after I moved here, because I have no way to recycle, which I was always big on before. But things are the way they are.

So then I got into a huge discussion with my homemaker. We started talking about being gay. She thinks the world is evil and that’s why there are gay people and lions eat meat, and a lot of really odd (to me) things. So we went from gays to religion and what the bible says, and then on to children and how you go about teaching them to make good choices. It got kind of heated, but not angry. It was fun to have a really good go-round with someone. Don’t get to do that very often. No one to argue with in a friendly way. Or any way, for that matter.

The thing is, we touched on the Asperger’s issue, too, and now I’m wondering if maybe me thinking it was a friendly and fun discussion/argument thing, maybe she doesn’t see it that way. Like this has never happened to me before. I never really get why people don’t take things the way I mean them, and seem to put completely ‘out there’ (to me)interpretations on them. Once I mentioned to a friend that I found a recipe for hollandaise you make in the blender. “It has mayo, doesn’t it.” she said. No, no mayo. We discussed it a bit and later she mentioned the argument we’d had about the hollandaise. What argument? See. How do I not see things others see?

I used to think I was scatter-brained, or just plain dense, or that something was wrong with me, but I was just too stupid to know what it was. I guess it’s good to have a possible explanation for it. Like everything in my life, too little, too late.

I’m tired, and out-of-sorts, and just needed to whine, dear readers. Hmmm. Do I actually have any dear readers? Ah, well.