Mental Mission is my new fake band name

I feel very clear today. Like the buckets of rain that have been drumming their way into bay area buildings. The Indian restaurant I went to for lunch had 2 or 3 buckets out to catch various leaks in the ceiling.

There doesn't seem to be much I can do yet to control my thoughts and emotions, but I am growing very aware of them. And slowly getting more aware of what is going on in others. Now that my mission to understand the emotional waves of others is standing obviously in front of me, I'm less distracted by fear and social awkwardness. It's good to have a social mission. And a mental mission.

Last night I was in a shitty mood, but then I came home to a party of Joe, Kris, Aimee and Tony huddled around a coffee table noshing on slices of lemon, grapefruit, spoonfuls of goat cheese, and slinging back guiness. There was a crazed look in their eyes as they invited us to join them and suck on a pill of miracle fruit extract. I didn't want to socialize because I was in such antisocial spirits, but decided to try it anyway. By the time the pill completely dissolved I'd entered a frenetic magical world where kid dreams come true. The goat cheese was un-fuckin-believable. We started putting it on top of cookies as a cheesecake-erific dessert. Plain sections of lime were also amazing. Miracle fruit, for those that haven't heard me or someone else rant about it already, modifies your sweet taste receptors so that they react to sour and perhaps bitter compounds. We tested out the sour spectrum pretty thoroughly, but I'd like to do more experimenting with bitter items, especially unsweetened chocolate, coffee, and IPA.

Tomorrow I don't have to work. I will go on a mind adventure. And do some yoga. I hope it rains again so I can stare out the window with the cats, being dry and cozy and wearing Francisco's slippers.
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