Oregano Dash

I go through some really bad hours when I just want to give my notice, without any plans, and it takes every ounce of will I have not to dash my sliver of security against the rocks, not that it is any one thing, since I have told my stories, at least in part, including the fact that I only moved into this building because I was a crime victim. Browsing through my kindle classics, I recently settled on The Castle of Otranto as a text I'd move faster with than 1m a month, and I am surprised to find it hilarious. Don't know enough about Horace Walpole to know if he intended to usher in the Gothic genre as a medieval seven year itch, but the melodrama has such a fantastical conflagration that it comes off with satiric undercurrents. In error about my pace, it sits fallow as we enter into mid July. Mood counts with this genre .

I am a bit run down tonight; I'll be back tomorrow, attempting to hunker down and get all these delayed tasks finished; haven't been sleeping well. I know it could be worse, I understand that, and that even retail landlords are as half assed as those with HUD contracts, and that in a way, I temporarily got what I wanted: Attendant care is off my back, even if Tim wants more work out of me because he needs my money-- hence my acerbic yowl at skinning my knees on my first prospective sale in such a length of time, but I will get this article through the needle and learned my lesson about holding back when I have to. This doesn't alter the fact that I need a change, and a fresh environment for my old age.

If I could land a room mate or two near my own age, rent a house with them so I could work in peace! But I simply don't have people in my life anymore, not of that kind; it is similar in model to Steve Tara's arrangement in Australia. Who is this? A blind man in Australia who friended and then unfriended me on .LiveJournal. He can be found on twitter, and we'll discuss this more at a later date. He is better adjusted than spastic, and I did want to keep the link, but he did not like how I shared a sentiment about my nature.