Troubling Echoes

My day for NOA's, and I made sure to go back through the list before I was done and double check everything. Fixed a couple mistakes. Helen never got back to us on them, and when Kris emailed me later, I admitted to my phobia or anxiety or whatever it is about bothering people. It's something to analyze at some point, I'm sure it has something to do with that sudden shift where I became disturbingly withdrawn as a child.

I fell asleep after work, and woke up when Tim came in. He was, as predicted, *very* upset about the ketamine, and about Julian's upcoming visit. He did also mention that I've made tremendous progress this year....but also noted that 1) I could slide back very easily and 2) that I haven't been very dedicated in my attempt to get therapy....and I wasn't very good at it when I had it.

The moth population has been growing, and I've always been uncomfortable killing them. The adhesive trap that caught a bunch of them fucked with me, because adhesive traps are horrific, no matter what they're catching. Instead, in typical me-fashion, I went around with a cup and an envelope, capturing them and putting them outside. Tim also got upset over that, as he recalled the day he had to clean all the spiders out of my place...and of course I was high.

Brendun posted "Black Goat of the Woods" by Black Mountain Transmitter in the Music Group, and some parts reminded me of that song from the trailer for The Virgin Suicides. I tried to find it once, I think, but couldn't. It turns out the a lot of other people also loved the track...but it wasn't on the soundtrack. Some other sleuths (over the past 20+ years) managed to pounce on it, though.