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I could barely stay awake all day and now I can't get to sleep.
I have 10,000 things to say and nobody awake to talk to.
I have to function tomorrow.
I invented a great neologism. Ready?? SNAP-- Straight, Neurotypical, Anglo-Saxon, Protestant. Kind of like WASP used to be-- a derogatory term for the very image of successful and acceptable and right and good and all that other f*****g s**t in America right at this moment in cultural space-time.
I feel a strong identification with Usul. Dune fans??
I want a cigarette.
I want that T-shirt with the sunny day and the lightening bolt striking the big green tree. The caption says, "Being an Aspie is great-- MOST OF THE TIME."
I'm afraid to come out of the closet. Homosexuals are "in the closet." Neopagans are "in the broom closet." What closet are high-functioning Aspies in?? The study-hall closet?? The library closet??
I want to dance around in the yard and laugh and scream and hug people and shake people and do all kinds of contradictory things.
I want to hand out free copies of Mockingbird, by Katherine Erskine.
I want to be sleepy.
I want to be diurnal.
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"Alas, our dried voices when we whisper together are quiet and meaningless, as wind in dry grass, or rats' feet over broken glass in our dry cellar." --TS Eliot, "The Hollow Men"