Just checking in at the end of the day real quick before I vacate the area. Have checked out more jobs, sent more resumes, am constantly thinking outside the box. I'll find something. I'll be all right. I just hate it...not only the fractures to my friendships, but just the whole thing sucks. Especially at 8am when you've been up all night worrying about some crackhead trying to roll you in your sleep.
A friend sent another $30 today. That'll definitely keep me going for another couple of days; part of the reason my expenses have been so high is the cost of food, and I have food stamps now so that's less of an issue. For now.
Meantime...meantime my ass is doing everything I can to make sure that I don't need cash or food stamps from other sources by this time next month. I'm still working on the documentary, waiting to hear from the Director of the local shelter. I'm going to buzz back by there in a little while, see if maybe I can start getting some people on tape.
One thing at a time, one day at a time. All I know is that if I've got to spend the time to make lemonade, I may as well make enough for everyone.
My very, very special and heartfelt thanks to the small group of true friends who have been staying in touch, calling periodically to make sure I'm alive, making sure that I'm not disappeared or whatever. Thank you, I love you, and one day I will have the opportunity to retun it to you a thousandfold and more.
Gotta boogie. Take care everyone.