READ ME!
What is this all about? Maybe you should read the READ ME READ ME.
I used to think that stress was invigorating. I now find it immobilizing.
I was sick, on and off, for the last week, or two weeks, more or less.
I haven't kept
good track of time. Tonight I noticed that I had not even flipped the page
in my Filofax in several days.
I am trying to sell off everything I own that is not
essential. I had way, way too much work for a blurry while, then all of a
sudden it stopped; all of a sudden I had none. And I couldn't move,
because everything I touched was breaking -- my VCR, my ceiling, the
promises made by companies that were supposed to be paying me. My landlord
is trying to evict me again because I demanded the interest that he owes me,
under law, on my security deposit, because I requested that he fix the heat
in my apartment to bring it up to legal standards, and because I told him
that the roof was leaking and water was dripping into my apartment. He
called me a liar and told me that I am too rich to be asking for the interest
to which I am
legally entitled. He came by my apartment with an entourage of 8 without notice
the other night and tried to force his way in.
He lodged his foot in the doorway so far that I could not
close it. He shoved me when I wouldn't let him in, but I shoved the door and slammed
it shut, his foot be damned.
I called 911 and when the police arrived showed them the spot on the ceiling
where the rain seeping
through the roof had left a water stain.
I may get a gun for Christmas. And everything that is not essential,
I am trying to sell.
I update this page out of obligation to say something, but my thoughts
are dark. The tension of being trapped, albeit temporary and perhaps illusory, is
tiring.
When will things be less hard
already?
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It's amazing how little I have had to say lately.
Last year at this time
I was in Hawaii, having trouble believing
how
lucky I was. I'm still lucky this year --
maybe more so -- but for some
reason none of it feels the same when I'm not in Hawaii.
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