My Zen Brain

This one irks me no end. Take control of your life with TBI and/or alcoholism. The thought that the Creator of the Universe has any control over your recovery from these things implies that you do not. If you do something to further your recovery from alcoholism or a TBI, you did that. "God" didn't … Continue reading Busted Brain Journal: Let go and Let God

Flannel won't save you Wood chips ice cream didgeridoo At high noon, badgers weep Origins: The end of the world is coming. But it's okay. As long as I have pistachios.

Sitting at gate B18 at Midway, I was thinking about how I’ve never had anybody close to me die. I mean, my mom’s mom and dad died when I was a kid, but both of my father’s parents died before I was born. A teenager I didn’t know died in a drunk driving accident when … Continue reading Busted Brain Journal: I am not the Walrus

The captain smokes crack The flight attendant shoots up Cats in the cockpit Origins: Everybody thinks Barthalamu runs with scissors. The truth is, garments roll sideways from the beach. My teeth just telegraphed the King of Sweden.

Busted Brain Journal: Going to the Show   Yesterday, my boss needed me to join him for some work off-campus. I am a Housekeeper for a brain and spinal cord rehab center and residence and the company owns a couple independent living apartment buildings around town. I change all the names of people I write … Continue reading Busted Brain Journal: Going to the Show

The elves quibble fierce Collective bargaining brawls Tonka trucks hurled Origins: Little people have fierce tempers. Too may years of being shot down to ride roller coasters. The booze flows and your children weep for neglected rag dolls and Legos.    

When I went to bed on Monday, I actually felt pretty good. I have no idea why because for the previous hour and half, my eyes felt that burning sensation around the corners when you know that the tears are gearing up for a cortisol dump. Cortisol is the stress hormone and crying releases it. … Continue reading Busted Brain Journal: Cortisol Dump

Pixie dust goat jacks Hugh Hefner craves dirt naps Encyclopedias   Origins: Mary's Oral-B electric toothbrush works no longer. In a pinch, she uses steel wool. May the Gods of Scour treat her pearly whites to a grim deep clean. At night, the gerbil's feast on Sour Patch Kids.

One of the features I want to add to my new blog when I switch platforms is the Busted Brain Journal. The BBJ is musings, insights, and observations to share with the world. Different from my personal journal entries in that I won’t be commenting in friends, family, work or love in any specific sense. … Continue reading Busted Brain Journal: A Dome Appears like Black Sorcery

Morning run, sweat flows Once home, cold shower cleanses me Feet smell like old beets Origins: I joined a gym within a month after getting sober. I've worked out in some capacity 3-5x per week every week sense 7 years ago. The new apartment is next to a running trail. Often, there's geese.