I bought Frank his hunting license at Wal-Mart on Tuesday night. Looking at the rifle display case reminded me of when Wal-Mart first came to my hometown. They had a similar display case with a hand-written sign that said Guns for every occasion. I thought of some firearm made especially for weddings and bar mitzvahs.
So anyway, Frank has left me in favor of the cold northwoods. Not even the threat of Chronic Wasting Disease could keep him away. If you know Frank, you'd know he'd never want to waste any Chronic, yo. All joking aside, I'm hoping that he's staying warm and not being shot at by hunters in a drunken haze.
Too many casenotes has flattened by artistic affect. That is, my words are now supposedly tied to the objective all the time. Katie presented with a fair mood today. Her mother took Katie out to lunch. She was observed to discuss a friend's problems with no apparent insight into her own. Katie went to a movie today, Frida. When asked, Katie stated it was "pretty good. The best parts were the surreal scenes." Katie's mother dropped Katie off at her house shortly before 3:30 p.m. Katie spent time in her room and watching TV and reading in the living room. At 7 p.m., Katie walked to the Sunroom Cafe. She was observed speaking appropriately, though briefly, with her former coworkers.
No wonder I'm so dried out lately. Life has been flattened and described with few pronouns and even less subjectivity.
Of course, I have been reading a lot lately. However, Harry Potter books don't really expand your vocabulary save for faux latin and magical terminology.
In other news, I took a social skills pre-test that the residents at my group home will have to take. My boss seemed a little too shocked that only got one answer wrong. Of course, she only got a 62%. Even my most socially competant coworker only got an 80%. They looked bewildered. I explained that I am exceptionally good at multiple choice tests. Which is true. The answers give themselves away. I, too, give myself away. One of the lessons in the social skills training is that too much self-disclosure can kill a conversation. Which brings my mind back to that sign at the West Bend Wal-Mart. Maybe there is a gun for every occasion.
*bang*