Feb. 10, 2008

Geez. Amazing how hard it is to consistently post shit here (or anywhere). My memory is getting worse. Been trying for days to remember the name of that town south of where Bess is, where I had to go to get on a greyhound. Santa something, I'm sure. Maybe I'll look it up. Also saw an actor whose name I can't dredge up for shit. Older actor, used to have a TV series, been in MANY movies, seems like it's Robert Something. Bess's birthday is in two days - the twelfth. She doesn't communicate anything at all like she used to. Ah well. Am having a couple of rum&cokes today... last day I can before Melinda's day off tomorrow. Gotta remember (ha!) to get a new bottle next time I get to go to town alone.
About a month ago doc put me on insulin. I always hoped I wouldn't sink to that level, but have all the same. Philis is in long term care at SEAMC. Never did get moved to the red brick house (though her cats did). When she told me she was gonna sell the Ariton house, it hit like a ton of bricks. Hurt, rage, fear. I literally put years of my blood, sweat and tears into the place. Always saw it as the one place on the planet I had to go to if I couldn't be anywhere else. But my name was never on the deed, so I ain't worth shit as far as that goes. If that happens, then I'll be REALLY afloat in the world, with no gaurantees at all about having a place to live. Figures. All good deeds result in a total fucking.
I do hope I make it back here fairly soon. Birthday is only about 6 weeks or so away. Turning 50 years old. Holy shit, how did THAT happen. Better than the alternative? I'd ask Jimmy and Sam if I could.