Before the wave of suicide imagery began this morning, I got up to let the dogs out to pee. We're trying to train them and this is step one in setting them up. How long I can do this I don't know.
My psychopharmacologist told me I am sleeping too much (what a surprise)—more than 12 hours a day. I don't even sleep really, just lay there, turning over again and again, avoiding the day. The suicide thing just gets worse while I burn up the hours.
When I did get up early, after three days I had a catharthis—mania set in—to a minor degree. I would rather have mania now than this depression.
I fueled the mania with espresso and roared along until about 2pm. Then things settled down. Needless to say, I got off the sleep program pretty quickly. I thought if I felt great, I could get away with "sleeping in." The pillow was warm and the lounging was deliciously decedent.
So here I am, ten to seven, espresso number three, hoping the caffeine doesn't push me into the awful, driven depression I go through when I am depressed and power the coffee.
About Me
- John Thompson
- Born and raised in Chicago, then Indiana. Went to Purdue University to study Industrial Design with Victor Papanak. Ended up doing graphic design, first for television, CBS and NBC news. Came to Jackson Hole in 1979 with no idea I would stay. I started Finegan|Thompson with my partner, Liz Finegan. We married and have two daughters, both girls. One is a realtor, living in Ft. Collins, CO, with her husband Matt and the other is a graphic designer for Brooks Shoes in Seattle, WA. I used to own an office but now I rent it out and work from a studio in my home. I also create boxes (art) with found objects and bits of stuff I find from my or someone else's past. They often contain squashed, previously frozen gloves I pick up in the road.
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