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It's just too fucking cold to sit outside with my cell and call the protocol directors at NYSPI. It doesn't matter. I'm not good enough/bad enough for them. I deserve to stay here and rot. Only people with insurance deserve health and happiness.
My car battery is dead. For the 3rd time in a week. At least there's a reason this time, though. Too cold to wait for roadside asst. to come jump me.
Edit: I managed to locate the precise coordinates in my kitchen from which I can get a degree of reception, left message for depression guy at NYSPI today.
My car battery is dead. For the 3rd time in a week. At least there's a reason this time, though. Too cold to wait for roadside asst. to come jump me.
Edit: I managed to locate the precise coordinates in my kitchen from which I can get a degree of reception, left message for depression guy at NYSPI today.