A Journal of Sorts
walking in limbo moving constantly but how can I tell if it's them or if it's me walking in limbo moving circularly am I going around you or are you going around me groggy, but I think I'm moving in the right direction... yesterday I spent some hours on the phone working on straightening out paperwork... sheeesh, I mean, we don't exist, can not work, and are not good people if we don't have all our paper ducks in neat rows with the government, you know?... I didn't have time to make a follow up call today, but hopefully the system will work (that is, the people will do their jobs) without my supervision... after speaking to someone at the courts who found my name change form yesterday, I paid for express mail to get a postal money order to the courts overnight (and enclosed a self-addressed and pre-stamped return envelope... I remember writing this already... wonder if more words have been lost)... they should have received it this morning and if all goes well, I could have it back tomorrow in time to go to the government building here to get a new Social Security card so I can work... the bad news is they said I can not go back to work without the backgound check and they won't run the background check without the social security card... a birth certificate and drivers license and other ID isn't good enough for the state of Florida or whomever is going to check on me... alas, life is but a never ending snafu... I cleaned the kitchen... abrupt changes in subject help minimize the frustration sometimes... Ellen goes to school and works so she's out from early morning until after 10PM every day so there's not much time for clean up or whatever even if she wanted to... she's not a fan of bugs and has powdery food stuff in rubbermaid type containers, so I imagine she'd want to keep the food stuff cleaned up... it's been a long time since I lived anywhere I can consider my home, so I look forward to finding a place I can move into on equal footing with a roommate... it would be nice to have enough space to put stuff away and feel at home too (and maybe I'll even bring some stuff down from storage one of these years) J so how are you? |
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