Things haven’t been going well, not at all. Maybe I should have been writing stuff here all along, though–maybe that’s the point–but I don’t know. No one wants to hear the complaints of a depressed person. The roofing job didn’t work out, or should I say the roofing JOBS. So I’ve just kind of taken some time off trying to work. Went up to the Twin Cities for the holidays, and now I’m back, and it’s colder here than up there.
I’m running out of money. Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to move to Whitefish Bay, Wisconsin, where I know no one, after all. I have no job skills, no savings, no friends. The only thing I have is this pretty good apartment at the Plaza de Oro, and a belief in some kind of magic that is so strong, so unwavering, that I keep walking out to the CVS Pharmacy day after day, buying things that amuse me, various forms of decongestants, laxatives, and pain killers, along with whatever liquor or wine looks the most absurd to me. I may soon have to expand my horizons, however, and then, look out!
Is this like some kind of valed ad for CVS parmaacy?