What do you see when you're falling down the rabbit hole?

So I've started a really intense program of therapy called The Process,
which deals with the extensive programming we get in childhood. It has been two weeks since I started, and I have 44 pages of my own writing. 44 pages! Just think of all the stuff I can post on my blog--almost a book! And good stuff--about my mom...and my dad...and my brother...mm-hm. Good times!

And then I remembered three things:

Sometimes my mom reads my blog.

David Sedaris wrote all kinds of crazy shit about his mom.

When Alice is falling down the rabbit hole in Alice and Wonderland, she can't see shit either.

So I guess that's where I am now--sure, I have all kinds of stuff I could put up here, except I've just started This Process. I have a seemingly endless supply of incidents that I am mad at my parents for, or have carried with me unresolved for years--but I don't really know what to do with it all. It's like I'm falling into the Wonderland, except right now, it's just dirt and poor visibility.

Ah me, the irony. Sure, I know it's a wise person that knows a lot and says they don't know anything. But I can say that too: I know a lot and I don't know anything. Then I'm wise, right??

Whatever.

I shall go soon, but one last thing before departure:

I SAW CRAIG "CRAIGSLIST" NEWMARK IN COLE VALLEY TODAY!

For the residents of Cole Valley and the regulars in their cafes, especially Reverie, I'm sure this is nothing exciting anymore, but whoo boy, for a South Beach girl, this is somethin' else. All we got here is pitchers and batters and Barry. And they're not lookin' like much.

Did I get his autograph, you ask? Did I tell him how much I admire his work? Oh no, I just stood there, waiting for my mocha, and examining him repeatedly to make sure it was him.
I can only take so much excitement after all. There's seeing him--and then there's talking to him. I mean whoa, get a hold of yourself!

I guess this means I'm going back to Reverie sometime soon. Wait, there's my train!

P.S. Next time: tricking computers into doing what you want.