Apparently meltdowns don’t always just melt away. Sometimes they just come back anyway. What is happening? I am going to dose up on Advil and Pregabalin and see if that helps. Steps involve:
Taking afternoon off, taking tomorrow afternoon off, and will appreciate that Friday is already scheduled as a full day off.
After a single, mid day meeting today, I am… going… to either
- Go watch Project Hail Mary for the third time
- Drive to the lazy river in New Berlin
- Shop at a music store so I have at least 1 music CD to Escape play
- Just start driving and have a good long think — except you can’t think yourself out of too much thinking. Oh well. Forgot about that. Except unable to force forget.
The narrative, long; the why you got an FAQ and talking points. Or… how about the last minute summary:
I have a blackout for what happened week ago Tuesday 4-5pm. I have near zero recall of seeing you in the room, most of your office is a huge blank. I thought my recording was all static; found out days later it was there after all. Listening has mostly restored an audio mental record. The line in the poem about Office Tim is not Video Tim? Nevermind. Complete fiction. Normal Human Tim is.
I wonder, If you can’t remember something and you don’t know you can’t remember, I guess you can get along not knowing? But if you step out of an office door and suddenly don’t really know what just happened… it’s weird and emotional. And you might write 35 pages. Parts are actually pretty good.
[Note: Claude picked the title of the narrative].
Attachment: Narrative-20260401.pdf
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