Three days have gone by without any major incident. Only the mechanic's bill.
I'm doing normal stuff like a normal person. Running errands. Talking to people.
Anything but going to the supermarket. Maybe is better. I haven't cooked either.

I'm feeling normal. Not good. I want to feel manic. My manic.
Lots of energy, lots of happiness, ready to party and live life on my own terms.
I guess it requires spending money. My accounts are frozen by the other half.
THe SS check is such a joke, I can spend it in lollypops. And not buy many either.

If She doesn't come back soon, or I don't get a hold on serious money,
there will be nothing to write about in a few days.
Mother, please, don't let your favorite son down. Not again. Not ever.