I did something so stupid on the fifth, I still don’t believe it.

Earlier I met Helen and MLF to see “The Last Airbender”. An AWFUL movie. How such a talented director can go that far astray amazes me. Boring.

Then the only pleasant part of the day, lunch at Dave and Buster’s. They have a new item on the menu, “make your own soft tacos”. You get four small tortillas and lots of fixings and it turns out quite delicious.

Then … alas … I went to the supermarket for the first of my monthly stock-the-cupboard visits. I was shocked by the total but managed to pay it. HELLO!? How the hell did I forget I had foodstamps???

So since then I’ve been muttering “water under the bridge”, “don’t cry over spilled milk”, etc.etc.

$37 left on this Little Payday. That’s more like it.

Alcohol dulls the brain. That’s why I have to drink. Otherwise I’d be overcome by my own brilliance.

jk, as they say, or lmao

I dreamed last night I was running for the City Council. It was election night and it seemed pretty sure I would win. OUCH. I didn’t want to win.

A couple of nights ago I dreamed I was writing a book. Someone asked me about it. I said I didn’t care if it was good as long as it made money.

Now that’s a more realistic dream.

Weirdo left a couple of weeks ago and a new client/patient has arrived. He’s fifty, rather ugly, and because of a recent stroke cannot speak, only makes grunting sounds. Poor man.

On the other hand, the Old Blind Lady can speak too well. Her invisible visitors have always been welcomed and friendly but there’s a new one who is anything but. “You f*cking black b*tch, get the f*ck out of my house” and a favorite, “kiss my ass!”. Having unfortunately seen the object in question, I can assure you that is an invitation no one would care to accept. But it doesn’t stop this visitor who returns almost every day and, worse, sometimes during the night, always to be greeted with a 10-15 minute rant containing every dirty word in the language.

The new man must think he’s landed in a madhouse.

June is bustin’ out all over …

Went to the ATM, collected proceeds from my little pension check. Bought cigarettes, paid my Internet bill, bought beer, drank beer.

Back to home territory, bought beer, candy for the 13yo, ahi poke for me.

$23 left.

Husband returned home today after two weeks in the Philippines. So much for peace and quiet in the house. He always verges on the hysterical. Actually it was four or five days before I even noticed he was gone and I didn’t ask when he was coming back.

“Albert!” he said.

“About time you came home,” I replied.

Still, I have to admit it was a very lucky day when I came to live in this weird house.

A new teenager in the house. Jayvee made it to thirteen on Monday. I bought him two new computer games but it was a wasted effort since he’s totally addicted to Nexon’s Combat Arms. Not my kind of game, but then right now I don’t have any game I’m much enjoying. I spend most time with Evony, but am fairly bored with it and don’t know why I continue playing.

Except for some lingering chest congestion, troublesome during the night, the flu is gone. Perhaps it was a warning to get a flu shot this fall. Fortunately, the boys were not hit nearly as severely and are both okay now.

Dream life is so much more interesting than waking life right now, I don’t know why I bother to get out of bed.

In a welcome development, foodstamps and Medicaid are approved for an entire year. Given the unlikelihood of changes in my circumstances, it’s about time. But for some unknown reason, Landlady lied about the rent, said it was $450 instead of $500. So foodstamps reduced from $200 to $180. I have no idea whatever why she did it.

Oh well, at least I won’t have to face those massive forms again until next April, if I’m still around.

The Royal College of Psychiatry says there is no such thing as Post Influenza Depression. Well, I disagree.

I was saddened by the news of Lena Horne’s death. A beautiful woman, fine actress with a great voice and style. She’ll rarely be equaled, will never be surpassed.

Sorry to say, but May is off to a terrible start. Fourth day bedridden with the flu.

Yeukh.