Crash?

I’m not really “up” this late.  Had to have a piss, remembered a bag of chicken-wing side-carrots in the fridge, saw my phone flashing, wrote an email, then had a smoke because my mind was out of sleep too long to just splash back into the pillow and the thoughtless bliss of dreamland.

That last post is about my exish/wife inadvertently (ahem) instigating my being committed to a mental institution for a week.

Wanted to give that synopsis, and didn’t want to wait until morning because I thought the bit about getting up in the dead of night and eating a bag of baby carrots was funny and had to use it while fresh.  Anyhoo, I’m doing better now, besides lacking the financial resources for an attorney to fight the decision of She (in the HR Haggard sense) that I should not see my daughters for three months, with the implication that a dispositional hearing would either cancel it, or “permanently” extend it to two or five years.

Watched “Lolita” last night (the one with Jeremy Irons), which is a frighteningly accurate example of what can happen to a girl when she is denied a father.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, there is hopefully a dreamscape better than reality waiting for me in the next room.