June 2008

1. Sunday: Well. This is the month. This is the end of it. I have until the 30th to accumulate enough money, find a place and go. Right now, I have none of it. But I do have e new MetroCard for the month. The cow took the 100 from the 400 she said she’d give me. So now I have 200 left and what-ever I can manage to make from work. It’s not good. But I have the beach and the meds on my neck and some extra and the prospect of leaving all of this behind and just going… going… going… Meanwhile, I’d wanted to go to the beach at Tilden to-day BUT I got suckered into sitting in T7 for the flea market! OK. So I wasn’t happy about it. But this is the end of staying around long enough to be asked to do favours. When I got back to the cow this evening I was tired and wanted to shower but… well… push me more. I’m heading “Home” anyway.

2. Monday: I went to work this morning and enjoyed being in a house where people thank me for things done. It’s good for the soul to be appreciated. – Work done, I grabbed the bus to Tilden, stopped to talk with Penelope and when she left at about 15h30, I WENT TO THE BEACH! It wasn’t exactly empty, but it wasn’t exactly packed either. I napped for about an hour and was off the beach by 18h. It’s not half bad out there at Tilden. But I was so exhausted by the time I got there that all I wanted to do was rest. And the water? FRIGID! Hopefully it will warm up enough soon enough for me to get some enjoyment out of it… but I doubt it. – BUT BUT BUT!!!!! THE LITTLE HORROR: I came off the beach and was thirsty so I stopped by T6 to use the hose. On my way out of the fort, I saw geoff standing on the porch of T7 and made the GRAVE ERROR OF RETURNING. “JUST IN TIME!” he called to me. He and Tommy were putting up sheet rock and he (G) had to leave. BUT before they left, they had to get about 6 sheets of dry wall into the bldg and I was asked to help! So? I did. Of course. With my work sneakers on! THEN, when it was done, T asked me “Do you have any of the Camels on you?” and when I said “No.” he replied “Then you gotta leave. That’s the rule. When the smokes are gone, so are you.” NOT “Thanks for the help.” just beg for a smoke and when you don’t get one? Besides, just Sunday he’d asked for one and I gave him TWO! SO? SO! NO MORE FAVOURS. I’VE PAID MY ANNUAL DUES. I DON’T OWE THEM AND THEY DON’T OWE ME. BESIDES, I HAVEN’T BENEFITTED FROM THE MEMBERSHIP EITHER.

3. Tuesday: Back at work this morning and BACK OUT TO THE BEACH! this evening. Dropped by to visit with Penelope for a moment and change into jeans. Then she and Dolores where going to take a walk on the beach so I waited a few moments. When they disappeared into T6, I decided that I’d better get going and went. Good thing. But it was a cool and windy sort of day and I only got an hour out there. Still, better than nothing at all. Left about 17h and headed back to the cow’s place. – She wasn’t in when I got there. This morning was her endoscopy and the results were on the table. She was at some baord meeting or something. So I ate a dinner, AND a sandwich and by 22h I was so exhausted that I went to sleep. She came in shortly after. I heard her come in and feigned sleep. Dozed off…

4. Wednesday: Rainy day. Work and the 99-cent store after! YAY! Bought a 25ft line and double jack for the cow’s phone. Will be installing it in the loo for her. WHY? I DON’T REALLY FING KNOW. I’M JUST A LITTLE DIKHEAD. Especially since she’s telling people that I have to leave by the end of the month. Meanwhile, she’s not making life any easier on me.

5. Thursday: It was a rather OK day. SZ is doing very well and the family seems to be pleased with me. I wish they’d keep me on private. – I had to go to the office today to sign a load of papers that should have been done already before I even left as a graduate! NO WONDER I don’t have my certificate yet! Then came the news: AG has gotten 4 hours/day x 7 days/week! Guess who? Yup! He’s NOT getting me THIS wk-end though. Yes, I need the money, but the pay isn’t enough for what he wants. Still, I might just break something even (financially) if I keep going at these two. To think: 3 hours at one (142) and 4 hours at the other (122) and what the heck? I might just make it. But I’m not planning on anything. I know the cow will do something to thwart it all. So? I say nothing. Meanwhile, there’s the 17th of this month and a bottle and a chair at the tide-line waiting for me.

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17. Tuesday: (4 June at 16h FDLib: I’m only putting the dates on here up to to-day because, at the rate things are going currently, I will be at the beach, in my chair, going “Home” to-day. This will be the end of my entries…)