sometimes i feel like deleting something and by then it's too late. sometimes i feel like deleting everything, and i know i'd be bereft. i have to own up to all of it. i can't delete things i've done. at least in the blog i can edit, though i mostly just say ah forget it. i did the funky chicken in movement class today. at the same time the teacher said chicken, and started doing it too. it was the last class. i wasn't visible on screen. when the men's group starts i'll be visible, at least i think. there are several different cities going on at the same time, multitudes of cities discrete and overlapping. i got mad in therapy, not so mad, just zoom frustration, and then i focused. they want to tell you what you're supposed to talk about but it's your session, you can do what you want or leave if you want at the click of a red button. anyway once i say maybe we should end this it kind of clears the way.