23 may 2024
gratitude:
- mild weather
- vital wheat gluten, flax, hemp, and mushrooms for some burger patties
- I keep seeing animals on my walks that I don't normally see
complaints:
- If research university specialists say I have the worst eczema they've ever seen, then why does a disability judge get to decide I get no help and condemn me poverty? I'm convinced the American disability programs are there to cull poor people. Allowing a few lucky people to get assistance is so healthy/young people can believe if anything ever happens to them there will be a safety net for them.
I live in the ashes of my past life. The pay phone where my last memory of a friend was torn down sometime recently. The coffee shop where I met so many people has been paved over, replaced by nothing. Only the damn university hospital keeps me here. Everyone is a stranger now. I don't wish to become like them. They left without saying goodbye. When my health returns I will vanish and walk around this continent until my body gives up one last time.
Silly me. I'm not asleep and there is nothing to wake up to. Just finish your damn work then you can rest.