Hit but still functioning
Ok so I have neglected my livejournal for about a week. I considered abandoning it in the wake of a fallout. The whole situation sickened me and I'd compose sincere letters to either clarify or remedy it only to think, "Why should I bother? That person does not care so why should I?" and thus delete the text and turn off the computer for a few days.
What is there to report? Well - I still have a temp job. It feels good to get away from that rotting house even though I am physically and mentally weak and some tasks sap what strength I have. Besides riveting I have helped with fish egg tray stands and electric motors. Sean thinks I should try for Fuji, folding large sections of metal. I may end up there if I keep showing up. This current gig is through a temp agency though and nothing is permanent.
Cough works long hours at minimum wage. Mother screams. There's no food.
I guess many things are still the same. My brother calls and wonders what's new, but there is nothing that has changed so we discuss the philosophy of money, something learned from a class he takes now at Cal Poly.
I made a call to Sibley on Thursday. I needed to speak to someone other than family, seeing as many problems stem from those left here. I tried to make it a two-way conversation as me rambling about how bad things are can be a bit too much. Actually I inquired about bankruptcy and whether or not it would be a good idea to file before Bush and Co takes it away next month. I need to stop by sometime - maybe on the way from a hike to Greider Lakes.
Yelling down the hall brings home a previous held notion that I should have headed to Goldendale for the weekend. Wine, the stars, camping, what more could I say? But funds are short so - I dunno. I suppose I shall have to be content with the hike to an area done years before.
What is there to report? Well - I still have a temp job. It feels good to get away from that rotting house even though I am physically and mentally weak and some tasks sap what strength I have. Besides riveting I have helped with fish egg tray stands and electric motors. Sean thinks I should try for Fuji, folding large sections of metal. I may end up there if I keep showing up. This current gig is through a temp agency though and nothing is permanent.
Cough works long hours at minimum wage. Mother screams. There's no food.
I guess many things are still the same. My brother calls and wonders what's new, but there is nothing that has changed so we discuss the philosophy of money, something learned from a class he takes now at Cal Poly.
I made a call to Sibley on Thursday. I needed to speak to someone other than family, seeing as many problems stem from those left here. I tried to make it a two-way conversation as me rambling about how bad things are can be a bit too much. Actually I inquired about bankruptcy and whether or not it would be a good idea to file before Bush and Co takes it away next month. I need to stop by sometime - maybe on the way from a hike to Greider Lakes.
Yelling down the hall brings home a previous held notion that I should have headed to Goldendale for the weekend. Wine, the stars, camping, what more could I say? But funds are short so - I dunno. I suppose I shall have to be content with the hike to an area done years before.