Logbook Of A Scavenger: November 23 2025

Someone said something to me today that really threw me into a volcano. It's a rubber chicken because I remember it used to singe me a little bit when someone could automatically tell I was autistic. I can't tell you how many strangers make a comment about me being autistic with out me saying it. "You have autism, don't you?". Today, I guess the breath of the German Shephard was lowered and I told this old lady I was autistic. And I'm sure just about every autistic person has experienced this voodoo doll. You all know what I'm talking about. She said something along the lines of "WHAT!? YOU'RE AUTISTIC! YOU SEEM FINE!". Every autistic person has heard some sort of variation of this. It really makes me bathe in lava. Hahaha.. Never again will I ever get up in flames with someone who can already tell I'm autistic for now on. Lol... Because I prefer that than "WHAT!? I COULD NEVER TELL!". I'm drowning in the creek of apathy if she was just being courteous or not. That is just annoyance on steroids. This goes out to people on the spectrum. Don't tell people you're autistic. Maaaaan, I think November might be worse than October. And just some of the nightmares I've been having... 

ANYWAYS! I think sometime when the Phoenix covers us with its wings, me and my parents are gonna crash land up in Marblehead, Ohio... It's not even quite December yet... Would I have preferred to crash land in Owls Head, Maine? Obviously.. But I shouldn't be a spoiled raisin... Marblehead is still quite the mermaid buffet and there's always Bessie, the Lighthouse, the shores and the sturgeons. Buuuuuut Maine has moose, seals, whales, starfish, hermit crabs and the Fearsome Creatures of the Lumberwoods... Sooooo...

My original lightbulb was that I crash land in Maine sometime in Autumn. I give birth to a nuclear explosion on Sydney's birthday in Winter while still being stapled there.