time to go

My roommate is moving to another house and asked me to go along, but our friendship wouldn't survive it. She bitches at me for doing one load of laundry per week, saying that it is too much and is raising her utility bill.

I'm off my meds and don't need ridiculous stress like that.

There is a room available in my best friend's apartment building, just three doors down from the house I am now in: free utilities and cable, coin-operated washers and dryers, and best of all NO GODDAMN CHILDREN.

Kids are OK for a couple of minutes, but I can't live with them. When I had kids of my own, that was different of course; but these kids aren't mine, they are loud, they make a mess of everything and I can't live with them.

This afternoon I will try to set up an appointment to get back on my meds before I hurt myself again. I also have three (count 'em, three!) social workers to catch up with. I'm sure they are all worried about me.