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"my mouth fell open hoping that the truth
would not be true, refuse the news
I'm feeling sick now, what the fuck am I
supposed to do... just lose and lose"
~ Red Hot Chili Peppers ~
another night without sleep... I don't sleep much most of the time as it is, but the stress of homelessness is definitely not condusive to relaxing for me these days... I'm thankful for a few places to slep, but getting comortable enough to actually fall asleep isn't happening much... too much to resolve and digest in my head to sleep unless I'm up at least 36-48 hours... even then, sleep is brief... poor diet, no exercise, stress, and so on... broken record fitting a broken life (there's a sad contry song in the making)...
the good news is one of Rasputin's roommates, Al, who is sleeping with another of the roommates, Sam (introducing Samantha Stephanos) has offered his room to me... it's a barren yet cluttered room with a hard lumpy bed (listen to me complain, huh?... someday before I die I'd like to sleep on a top of the line Sealy again wih clean sheets and comforters and pillows like I did from 1980 to 1995... ah, the living the good life years... then again, I never did use pillows much except to prop myself up when writing prone) used more for storage than anything else, but it does offer some privacy and maybe even a relatively safe place to store my stuff (if they can keep the kid out or I tape seal the boxes... he's a great kid, but he's almost two and rules the world if you know what I mean) J
anyway, it's actually great news and thanks big time to Al and Rasputin and Sam and the whole universe for taking care of me once again...
they ordered wings and I made salad and french fries (found them on sale for a quarter a bag, so I'm contributing a little if we get technical) for the game... it was a dull Superbowl and I'd rather have watched the cartoons and X-Files on FOX, but my TV is not here... it's sad when the two teams that get to the big game play so poorly and make so many mistakes and winner is decided by who makes the fewer mistakes... I miss the great teams and competitive games that happen every now and then...
I miss actually playing games and competitive sports even more... alas, my wantlist is out there... apparently people who spend time reading rambling web pages like mine either live far away or don't get out to be active much... or I don't appeal to healthy and active locals... or maybe it's just shyness?... or maybe I'm just too weird for Orlando... tired, but happy...
Happy Birthday Linda Sue
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