Back to work finally. Put in 36 hours of overtime over the weekend. Glad to be back.

www.phrenology.org

Phrenology is an interesting subject. The real scientific Phrenology, which established a direct link between the morphology of the skull and the human character, was discovered by the Austrian physician Franz Josef GALL (1758-1828). Gall put the foundations for an anatomic caracteriology. He was one of the first to consider the brain as the home of all mental activities.

One of the claims of phrenology is that the area down and behind the ears is associated with physical desire. If the area is larger the physical desire is larger. It’s weird but I noticed that while I’m pretty much always desirous of physical love, sometimes when I’m premenstrual I’m downright horny and insatiable and at those times that place behind my ears actually swells uncomfortably.

I came across the phrenology stuff looking for some hormonal reason for the swelling and accompanying increase in desire. Neat the stuff you can find on the internet.

www.phrenology.org

One of the things I like about being manic is I’m more creative and can stay motivated. Now instead of eight to ten hours on the computer I’m back to the same amount of time in front of the television. I have all these ideas and thoughts and absolutely no motivation. I’m at that point in my period that everyone around me annoys me just by breathing. I love the kids but damn they get on my nerves. They think they know everything and I don’t know anything. They just get on my nerves.

I do feel positive about my appointment with the shrink yesterday. Aside from all the frustrations yesterday I did do well at the all day inquisition.

I need a new profession. I’m thinking of computer programming. I’ve studied a little and I’m sure I would be good at it. I wouldn’t mind a job at home as long as the kids were not here to get on my last nerve.

Only a few minutes and I’ve lost interest, maybe tomorrow.

I was in downtown Houston yesterday and while I was getting lost I thought I saw my brother. I’m not sure I mentioned him before. He and his wife stayed with me a few years back. He has schizoaffective disorder. Schizoaffective disorder presents with both schizophrenia and bipolar disorder symptoms. While at my place he was self medicating for his hallucinations. I lost touch when they moved out. I got a call later that his wife was on a crime spree with some guy and they had my brothers SS and DL. I was at a traffic light trying to get my bearings and I saw this guy crossing the street. He looked like my brother but with a beard and a hat on. He was carrying the same bags I saw my brother with, a green army duffle and a blue duffle. He was shuffling across the intersection, muttering to himself and making hand gestures. I was staring at him and I think he saw me because he made a strange hand motion at me. He looked absent and I couldn’t tell if he knew me or not. I couldn’t do anything but go to my appointment. I asked the doctor if there was a way I might be able to track him down if he was homeless. She said that the longer he’s not treated, the less affective that treatment could be. I hate that he may be down there with no one to help him, he may not even know who he is now.