I've really wanted to get back to fleshing things out. I used to just spill shit into convoluted lyrics that I lobbed a little too high with mixed metaphors, but I've noticed I type like I speak. I start my point, and then trail off. I rarely finish a sentence. I just assume people got the gist, and let them fill in the blanks. It leaves too much unsaid. Something I need to work on. Communication has never been my strong suit, and the revaluation I'm autistic didn't happen until my late 40's. My kid is autistic in the same vein as me, and we're participating in the SPARK research program. Hopefully everything they gather won't be abused. Autism doesn't need a cure, just acceptance. We're just weirdos that are wired differently, but we add some spice to life. This wasn't anywhere near what I set out to type, it's just what spilled out, so I'm going to leave it as that. Intact. Whole. Open.