I have so much to do and not enough time or energy or supplies and resources to do it all. I took some things to storage last night and that was depressing--it's a disaster! Stuff is thrown all over because that's all I can do with it. I need to go through and get rid of a lot more things. I have so little now. I have no furniture but a couple of small bookshelves and a plastic patio table with two chairs. I got a microwave at a resale shop a few months ago. Shortly after that I got one large and a smaller plastic stacking shelves. That's it, people. The rest in storage is clothes, kitchen stuff, toys and kid's things, a computer, unperishable food and other things I need like extra shampoo, toothpaste, etc. Some of that is still from the last time I was homeless. The homeless get well stocked on hygiene supplies and things. I should probably stop to the center and get some canned food for the weekend. I still need to apply for jobs for this week. I was at the job office yesterday to change my address to my POBox. There was a slight problem, but due to my current living situation they had heart and seem to be transferring my case to this area. Now I have to go back so I can call Teleserve and not have to worry about the address info question. I don't plan to be online for long right now. I just wanted to pop in and say hi to everyone and check emails. I am still really scared about life right now, especially financially. I know that I can't really afford going to my T in a couple weeks, but I could really use him. I have to figure out more resources for other things so that I can maybe keep going to him at least once a month. It's way to expensive, but I like having my own guy to talk to, and I know that I need him. I wrote a note to my kid's T Tuesday night, and dropped it off during his next office hours Thursday. We talked briefly on Tuesday on the phone, but I didn't come out and tell him everything. I wondered if he'd call when he got back from vacation to check up on my living situation, plus I think I maybe sounded kind of like that depressed monotone in my last voice mail when I told him that I was finally moving out. Well, this is even longer now than I was planning. Hope everyone is making it down this far to the bottom. Cya later