visiting brother, etc.

I did go visit my brother.  I walked to the hospital from an appointment.  Walking there was no big deal.  Finding the correct building was another story.  I went up to the correct floor but in the wrong building.  I ended up having to have a surgeon point me in the right direction down a long hallway of the interconnected buildings.

The high point of my visit (according to my brother’s girlfriend, Sonya) was that my brother got out of bed for the first time during it as well as going to the bathroom (literally) for the first time after the surgery.

I decided for some reason to walk from the hospital to the bus stop.  Five blocks more than walking to the hospital. . .   It was quite blustery.

Three kinds:
Those with corrupted morals.  Those who think they can’t do anything about the first group.  And those who think they can do something about the first group.

I started to write a character study, but got disgusted by the actions of the character.  Guy kills 100 people in a few minutes.  Alone and armed only with a sword.  Almost supernatural.  I seem to be attracted to writing about fictional psychopaths for some reason.  I don’t really read horror novels, though.  I’d really prefer to write what I read – science fiction.

Addicted again?

These images that are pushed upon us. . .  They turn us into something we’re not.  We crave what we cannot have – what we cannot become.  To become the ultimate object of lust.  They dictate an image – “This is attractive and you are not.”  The eye of the beholder has been betrayed – the inside is hollow.