Saturday.  I think.

Not sure what the day is and it doesn’t matter.  And honestly getting sick of tracking time, giving it so much weight and importance, so much pull on perception.

Nurse taking a shower, me typing at the desk in our room for the first time in….  New tattoo yesterday.  The most magnificent of content contributions in the past week.

LAZARUS, with an I guess it’s called EKG line above and below.  The top top fading, or indicating death, while the one below the S starts flat but then reappears with Beat.

Such is me, such is now… I just decided to fucking stop with some things.  Notably listening to the voices of some, some of those voices and pushes from my own character, and then just seeing that certain trends need end.

Not sure what plan is for day, and I’m lovingly in love with that prospect.  Nothing on document or docket, nothing to look forward to or anticipate with anxiety quake.  Just accepting the day as it presents itself.

More into the Lazareth marking.  From Ms. Plath’s poem, Lady Lazarus.  Empowerment, rising from something, death, but then a newfound ardor and strength, even a sentiment of invincibility.