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Ought to get back to making monsters all the time. Maybe I will. Still have to assemble all the ones I've got into a book - but I'm sort of unenthusiastic about making a book again. Bridget says that when you accomplish things & don't feel anything - that means that there's something wrong with your brain chemistry. The exact wrong thing isn't... Well I don't know what the exact wrong thing is called - but maybe the psychiatrist will? I gotta go see that person - I mean? I've got good insurance right? Better use that stuff up.

Melchkunaa – A three winged & 4 legged Iguana-like beast it lives in the alpine ranges of western ohio, high in the pines.  It's mean spirited and easily provoked to attack.  It does not hunt people but is aggressive toward them.  The Melchukunaa eats primarily emerald-ash-borers & pinecones.  There are competing folk tales concerning the creature's nature.  Some say that these beasts were once docile & good but then out of mischief the Trickster God plucked its 4th wing & the poor thing's blood was turned sour & its disposition mean.  Other tales tell of the creature being stung by so many wasps that it's bile turned poison & it's wings changed color.  The beast's blood is a potent toxin with an astringent pine aroma.  Notoriously ,the Melchkunaa can spit it's blood from its eyes.  

There.  Monster accomplished.  More or less.  

I spent the weekend not feeling well at all & being kind of gross about it.  We were supposed to go to a class about making leather items because of a project that I think we will attempt this summer.  Maybe there are other ways to learn basic skills than a $200 class at the craft store - but still, I want the craft store to make it - since it's my neighborhood & I care about that.  But $200 is... Well, when you can learn it on youtube just as well, it's hard to care that much about your neighborhood.  Anyhow I was sick & on the couch instead of doing that.  That teenager didn't wake up until around $1 and that's when I moved the old corpus & made some breakfast & I did myself the favor of watching Stop Making Sense with her and she wasn't too offput by the old-man's tastes.  And after I goaded her to go to her mother's for mother's day.  They're having a bad time there, at their house.  Death in the family.  I'll send flowers, if I can remember & function right.  

Mashed down & relenting, I think I was drugged into sleep & health.  This morning I felt considerably better but the day isn't doing me any favors so far.  

The rain.  Probably the rain isn't helping, or the damp is bad or the atmospheric pressure.  There's lots of things that might not be right & all conspiring to forge an unwell feeling involving a wracking cough & itchy eyes.  

What I realized is that I need to chase down some interactions, sociably and that maybe - I've become lonesome.  It's pretty uncommon but it seems like it happened to me.