Well, my friends, I'm at a emotional loss, right now.

My government check didn't arrive, as it was supposed to. It appears it may have been stolen, as the stinking postman put my mail in the open basket under my mail box, which is meant for newspapers and large packages. He left the mail there, in plain sight of my less than honest neighbours, to be lifted at the first opportunity.

I can't reach social security---they go home at 4pm, and stop answering their phones, long before that.

I...I don't know. I'm at a crossroads. If I don't pay this months and last month's rent by the 20th, I WILL be homeless.

I don't know what to do, right now. I'm shaking, I'm so scared. I sick of this! I'm so tired of having the rug pulled out from under me, all the time. I don't think I can do this, anymore. I don't know...

I can't get direct deposit, because I haven't been able to finish paying the overdraft at my other bank--and when you owe money at one bank, you cannot open an account at any other bank, anywhere. And, there's no one to open an account for me. My sister--tho' I love her--is utterly useless. The only time, mostly, that she knows I'm alive, is either when she wants something, or if she just happens to be feeling nostalgic for the family life she's shunned for the past 30 years...which happens about every 8 or 9 months, or so, of late.

My life is just one big series of little ups and big downs with lots of empty space in-between. That's me, in a nutshell.

I feel foolish admiting this, but I wish I had someone to take care of me, because right at this moment, I really don't give much of a damn about myself, any longer.