It is already -15 C here, and the forecast says its going to get much colder, until we are going to have -30 C for a high on Thursday and a low close to -40 Thursday night, with wind chill to make it feel even colder.
the level of talent being displayed by the writers here, especially the entries for the New Year's contest, is absolutely amazing. Every story (except mine) has been a home run in terms of writing.
I guess I should be glad I'm better known for my comments than my stories, because I am not in the same league as some of you people!
I need to apologise to anybody who got worried about my last post.
First a bit of an explanation. due to some passive-aggressive stuff by me, I ended up owing extra on my cable/internet bill, and could not pay it off this month.
I ended up rage-quitting with my provider, and then panicked that if I suddenly wasn't on for a while, people would worry about me.
instead, because all my manic energy turned into self-hate, my post was more likely to worry people.
I was already in the process of finding a new provider, so if there is a gap, it shouldn't be long.
A long time I created a character who was cursed with an entropy field, making everything around her fall apart or rot faster than would happen in nature.
Well, right now I feel like I've become that character.
My recliner has fallen apart, joining my laptop which no longer will close, and my car which has had a few "hiccups" lately.
so yesterday, my mom convinced me I needed a hair cut, as it was starting to go all over the place. Sadly, I just can't seem to have long hair, so I agreed, and got it done.
Since then, seeing my reflection has brought out my dysphoria, which only got added to today when my ex commented that I looked more like a man, more like the person I was before I started wearing women's clothes in public.
So I am really feeling ugly, and would appreciate any hugs anybody can spare.
Okay so Mom and I went to get our laundry done today, despite still recovering from the flu.
We use a laundromat rather than the machines in our building, because they aren't all that good.
So we get there, get our loads started, and this gentlemen starts talking to my mom, because she mentioned living in the northern part of the province, and he apparently worked out there.
I swear, he was basically chatting her up, but I wasn't going to be a spoilsport and tell him to stop.
So this morning when Mom and I went out to our car, we discovered someone had smashed in the driver's side window - for the 4th time since we moved in here.
I just watched the final episode of Doom Patrol. I can so relate to Jane's journey, coming to terms with what had happened to her, and finally beginning to re-integrate her other selves.
that the story ends on a hopeful note honestly gives me hope for myself.
Well, my lack of financial planning have resulted in me not having a cushion to cover an unexpected expense.
in this case, we had to replace our cable box, which is going to set us back just under 500$
with that, plus having to pay for my mistake with my cell phone - about 300$, I have basically given myself a headache for the next 6 months, as I will have to pay in installments.
I really wish I would stop making my life more difficult . . .
so yesterday I helped my aunt get to a dentist appointment, then took her grocery shopping, then mom and I did our own grocery shopping, and ended up going to Costco for paper products before making our way home.
I'd celebrate getting so much done, but I also popped my hip and pulled a muscle in my groin, and after I got home I broke my computer chair, so my celebration is kind of muted.
my brother told me since I cannot change my gametes, because I must take female hormones for the rest of my life, I cannot be a woman.
He believes I am suffering from a delusion, that I have wrong ideas about men and woman, and the doctors who supported me did so at the behest of Big Pharma.
so yesterday I went to the phone store to try and straighten out what's going on with my cell phone, and the experience was just a bunch of gut-punches
Not only did I spend almost an hour there and accomplished nothing, the whole time both the in store person and the phone help person insisted on using male pronouns for me, even after me showing them my ID that said my name is Dorothy.
I am now hurting badly, and wish I could just hide from the world forever.
Checks can be made out & sent to:
Joyce Melton
1001 Third St.
Space 80
Calimesa, CA 92320
USA
Note: $6000 is the operating, maintenance and upgrade budget. Amounts received in excess of the $6000 will be applied to long term debt accrued over the last 19 years.
