The weekend is the longest, most mundane part of being in a shelter. It’s just filling the hours.
Last night, I contemplated jumping out of the window. Not SERIOUSLY, but just thinking that going through living at a shelter AGAIN was just RIDICULOUS. It might be quick and end the stupidity of the whole thing, but suicide is not really a good way to handle any problem.
I sent out a heads up to my facebook friends (the ones I trusted) to let them know that there were problems. I got a heads up from my bff in Oregon, and she said I could stay for a while with her, and that was great – however, I just found out that due to a bank error, I’m now overdrawn. So the little bit of emergency funds I thought I had, are gone. At this point, you just gotta laugh.
I slept really well last night, but woke up from a dream as I was yelling at my professor. Swore at him too – a little bit. That’s not really like me.
Anyway, that’s all I have so far.
Until next time…