I Ain't Afraid of No Daleks

I've surrendered. Bus company ten, me, nil.

This is THE WORST effing bus schedule I've ever seen in my life! I've tried five times in five days, to catch a bus to the stinking mall, but...it's impossible. I called the bus company, and even the man on the phone had trouble reading his own schedule!

So, I just won't go to the mall or Walmarts.

I hate it here. I may not have bars on my windows or door, but I'm a prisoner, nonetheless. I want to go home.

went to bed after 3am, coughing up a lung, now, I've woken at quarter to ten, with sciatica again.

thankfully, the back isn't as bad as before, and I can sit and walk about, but gosh, it does make my life a bit of a misery.

had weird dreams last night. Must have been the weird meal I had yesterday, for dinner.

That was my only word, after watching this clip: Wow.

Wow is a small word, that means quite a lot, when I say it. You'll have to trust me on that.

That woman is marvelous, as is Tennant. They take those dry dusty words off the page, and breathe into it a rain that washes away the dust, and shows us that Hamlet is as revelant to the human race today, as it ever was in Shakespeare's time.

I've just spent such a frustrating day, I feel like I've wasted 24 hours of my life for nothing.

I had trouble sleeping, and overslept this morning. The alarm clock my friend gave me isn't working, I spent half the afternoon, trying to reach my former local social security office, to clear up an issue with my state medical insurance--and, until I do, I absolutely have no access to ANY medical care--which I need, cos' my chest congestion got so bad tonight, I couldn't keep down my dinner...and, my mystery pain in my toe is getting worse, as well...which is also very bad, cos' of all the walking I have to do.

I tried for almost an HOUR to reach social security. Yesterday, I was on for 20 min. They work until 4pm, but refuse to answer their phones after 3.30pm. After that time, you can get through, but they put you on hold, to dead air, or, they pick up the phone and hang up on you. If they worked in the private sector, they'd be fired for that practice. The US govt. apparently encourages that sort of laziness and crap customer relations, however. And you wonder why my country is so effed up???

I've been trying FOUR times in the past week, to get to this stupid half-empty mall outside the city. I just wanted to get out and see something besides this dull neighbourhood and the walls of my tiny (but nice) flat. There's no parks within walking distance, and really no pleasant places to stroll...and a LOT of hills. I wasn't overly fond of walking up hills at 19, at 49, you can guess that I'm a whole lot less thrilled with that. Walking uphill--even a handicapped ramp, really puts a strain on my bad foot.

Anyway, today I read the bus schedule, grabbed those wonderful coupons for Arby's I got in the post, and decided to go to the dodgy old mall, to get some of my favourite Arby's Roast beef and cheddar melt sandwiches, to take home. I just missed the bus...again. Ugh!!! I'm going to try one more time, tomorrow, then I'm just plain going to give up on going to the mall or Walmart. Forget it, not worth the aggravation!

In some ways, my life has changed very little. Back in my old city, there was an hour wait between buses to get to Walmart's, and that's the same case, here. Only, in my old city, if I could spare the cash, I could take a taxi, for $5 to $6 one-way. Here, to go to the mall or Walmart one-way...roughly the same distance, from what I gather: $10 to $15 one-way. Whoa. That's really, really frustrating. I can't take a taxi here at all, to get around. That's a very ugly, ugly little surprise.

It's no fun waiting an hour for a bus, when you are sick or in pain, or it's freezing cold...or boiling hot. It's no fun carting heavy shopping on a bus, either, by the way. And don't think I'm just talking out of my hat!

And, I decided to make a nice dinner. I had bought some Greek turkey burgers--ground turkey patties with spinach and feta cheese added, to which I added a small amount of Cape Cod low calorie sweet & sour poppyseed salad dressing, as a condiment. With it, I had some tinned southern style seasoned cabbage, and some leftover pasta-mayonnaise salad. Not a great meal, but better for me than a Big Mac value meal, right?

So, halfway through frying the burgers, my phone rings. It's a collection agency call for someone named Debbie. Well, I haven't changed my name, and none of the cats are named Debbie, so wrong number.

Then, the burgers were a bust....the outside was getting overcooked, while the insides were raw..and, the turkey meat was too soft, and was falling apart. I wound up finishing the burgers off in the microwave. I ate it anyway, and while it wasn't anything to shout out about, they were...edible. But, half way through eating my dinner, someone knocked at the front door. It was a delivery guy...looking for apartment number __. My door isn't that number. My door, is clearly marked with a totally different number. I'm like, Hello! Read the number on the stinking door, that's right in your stinking face! So, I got back to my meal, only to find Flamey trying to eat my salad. Ugh.

Then, as I said, I got congested and quite sick. So, I lay down for an hour or so and took a cat nap. Before I lay down, I treated Charlie to a saucer of milk. He's been an exceptionally good boy of late; not trying to get out, and also not chasing or teasing Flamey, so I thought I'd give him a wee reward.

I woke up, to all this milk on the floor. I scolded Charlie for being a slob...but then, when I lifted the saucer...noticed what appeared to be a tiny crack in the saucer. Poor Charlie got scoolded for nothing, and now I have lost the saucer that goes with my blue willow pattern tea cup. Dang. It's my only tea cup and saucer I own. Well, at least I still have my tea cup.

I got an e-mail from one of my fan-girl friends, all excited cos' apparently, she's going to bid on David Tennant's mangy old bed (she even sent me an e-mail pic of it, ) Jeez--and I thought my old wooden 1900's era bed looked a little beat! This guy is a millionare, and this is what he's been sleeping on? Yikes.

And, someone's actually going to bid...on that? Okaay then. Well, apparently it's for charity, so I wish them well with the bidding...just don't expect me to be wetting myself to bid on some skinny Scottish bloke's wroght iron nightmare. OK, to be fair, it looks like it might have been a really nice bed in its day, and I'm sure some fan-girl will be fainting with joy at the thought of sleeping where her poster boy slept.

Anyway, I am not sure why this girl thought I'd be interested in DT's bed, but whatever makes her happy, I suppose.

So, it's just not been a very happy or relaxing day, for me. Maybe tomorrow will be different. Not necessarily better, but...different.