Not Too Early To Tweet

It’s 7:04 A.M. and I’m up with no one to talk to or nothing to do and I can’t make any noise or else we’ll wake somebody up so I can’t vacuum or anything like that and I can’t leave the house so taking a walk is out of the question and I just don’t know what to do with myself.  So many voices in my head, all talking at once, each one trying to be heard over the others. I’m being told to eat, to go back to bed, to blog, to make a list of today’s errands, to wash our hair, to give ourselves a pedicure, to draw pictures in our sketch diary, and someone wants a cigarette. Several of us want to write, just in different places-one wants to write in our journal, one wants to sketch in our diary, and a couple want to blog.  I guess blogging wins, as it has the most votes.  Our psychiatrist is going to be disappointed in us (she wants handwritten journal entries). Oh well.  We don’t care right now. Another K can handle that task. The Good Daughter will be here once Mom wakes up, and she’s trying to spend less time on the computer and pay more attention to her family, so I guess I better blog in a hurry.

It’s been a strange couple of days (or has it been weeks? We’re just not sure) and I find that we are missing Twitter.  We think it’s time to go back to Tweeting, which is our outlet, where we share honest thoughts and actions and where we are free to be whomever we happen to be.  Some of us have friends on Twitter, and we miss talking to them.  I wonder how everyone is doing.  I think maybe I’ll have a cup of coffee and either blog or Tweet….stay tuned…

We just haven’t been ourself (LOL!) lately.  That means we haven’t felt like K, whatever that means.  Wait-I seem to remember K being out yesterday for a few hours.  I didn’t have therapy last week, which bums us out, but the lady never called to tell me when to come in.  I suppose I should’ve called them, but that’s really hard for us, calling people I mean.  I guess one of us will have to call them tomorrow.  The Good Daughter I assume. She’s here most of the time lately, co-conscious with other K’s. Co-consciousness means that you are more aware of what others in your system are doing; you know what they’re feeling and thinking.  Like right now. The Good Daughter just spoke to Mom. I heard her. I guess that means our time is up…

Charging my phone now.  Prepare for Tweeting today- Yay! We’ve missed Twitter, and it’s been difficult to keep our thoughts in our head and share them only with our psychiatrist, because we’re still afraid to be totally open and honest with her.

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