June 2020 notes

- like you're not going to be okay if you don't talk soon.
that's because you're addicted to talking. You don't need to talk that much. nobody needs to.

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Jeff and Doug, my brothers, have been trying to get Mom to sell the property since Dad died. They're coming over tomorrow, together, to explain why they want to sell the property, still, instead of helping to replace the well. Part of their "pitch" is that I'm faking, that I'm lying about the nerve damage that I incured two years ago. Two years. They're insistent that I'm lying. I can't take it anymore. I don't know what to do. I plan to sit in support of Mom as she talks to them. There's no point speaking anyhow. They'll just foam up and yell.

- Let's de-fund the presidency. The current occupant is an enclosed felon. Leave him there. Keep him fed, you know; we're not monsters.

- passed out until about 5:45 pm today
couple of hours

- I monitor. I stay nearby, listen for... I just listen.

- The most he will accept is that whatever I have, he has too.

- a moment to say a few words about my food

- if you drive somebody into a corner of talking every time you see them, they will adapt and make evasive maneuvers