On the docket today is Brain Death, one of my favorites! That might cheer me up a bit. The lead is my Priest (there are tons of em, but I belong to just one of course). I love the part when the med students are asked to define dead, they can't do it definitively or even close to definitively, and what's fascinating is watching 100+ of them realize that all at once. Then someone like me (me) asks them who is afraid of death (even knowing what it is) and why. 

There is never one right answer. If you have only one right answer(s) to complex questions, I'm not your person. (Unless the answer is "fuck off" 🤣)

In that room today will be some 'my people', I just won't know who they are. But they will.

Then "poetic intelligence" for 2 hours + dinner. There's where some of the confusion lies - they were thinking THAT is me, but noooooo. (Nebraska jerks off to Joni Mitchell or some shit, I dunno how they got that in their heads 🤦🏻‍♀️). I barely wanna be there! I hire people to do that. They got a POET (duh) to do it. I will dutifully participate, but if they ask me to craft words designed to "get at a feeling", so help me god. 

The last poem in class included having an ultrasound wand, cold jellied heartless intruder, shoved inside you looking for someone who has died. The desire that created what is now dead must be one of the things cared about too. The person with a dead person inside her is a lover of many things, so how are you going to care about that?  Careful what you wish for from me. Unless you need impossible questions with no answer(s) but your self.

Waymo. I talk to it, but it is somehow built to ignore mischief. No, it won't play W.I.T.C.H., or the Chris Stapleton syriusxm. It won't suggest where to go, if you're not keen to get to your planned destination. If you keep fucking with it, it'll ask you if you "want to talk to someone". Like a marriage counselor? (Silence). What are my options, do tell!? (Silence.) It WILL pull over if you want to barf, not that I've had to, but that's on offer fyi