Once again, blogging when I have a few minutes sans roommate. She is out of the room visiting with her husband, no doubt commiserating over her latest body woes. If I hear the word diarrhea one more time, I'm going to scream. Nobody will hear me because of my male neighbor, who has dementia, Tourette's syndrome, and a serious anger problem. The only way to calm him down is to play really loud rock music, and then I wonder why I wake up with Green Day's "American Idiot" stuck in my head.
Speaking of music I'm enjoying my iPod in the little Altec Lansing sound dock I have to charge it, another activity I can only enjoy when I'm alone. Roommate does not like music. I don't understand those people at all. The iPod only holds a charge for about an hour and a half right now though, so I'm going to have to plug into Apple's genius bar thing they have in their store to figure out why.
Today at lunch my table partner became confused and angry, convinced I had bit and hit her. She was very angry and tried to hit me. I'm switching tables next meal.
They have told me that starting on the first I only get $30 a month while I am here. What the hell am I supposed to do with that? A cab fare home from my favorite karaoke place is $20. A monthly bus pass is like $35. So, basically they are sticking it to me, telling me I can't go anywhere, except on their planned little outings, like to the dollar store and Wal-Mart tomorrow. I've signed up tentatively for that one because of the lunch at McDonald's. Might as well.
Yesterday, I was supposed to go on a walk downtown on the waterfront with a person I thought was my friend from my karaoke place. But it didn't happen. She didn't even bother calling me to tell me why, making me wait all day for nothing. She still has not called to explain. When I see her tomorrow, she will probably give me the usual bullshit about her cell phone not working.
This makes me sad and angry, mostly because I'm always surprised and hurt when it happens, even though it happens every time. I cannot harden and not feel hurt, which is part of my gift, but it's also a curse.
A small bright spot is that apparently my connection will be upgraded to DSL soon. My friend Joe has already done so much for me, but he wants to do that one more thing. I think that's for both of us, though. Trying to send pictures or video over dial-up is torture, and he likes photography.
This morning, some chaplain lady came in randomly and gave me a hug, shouting loudly that Jesus loves me. Oddly, that fact is less and less comforting these days. I wanted to tell her that he would love me a lot less if she woke my roommate up, but I refrained.
Nothing more to report right now.