Sunday, June 13, 2010

Shortly after I laid down (see last entry) Mark returned home with bad news. The $200 he thought we'd lost (after thinking we'd lost $700, making the $200 sound like good news) turned out to be around $900 putting us in a worse money situation than we'd first thought. Hello STRESS. Add to this that Mark's former employers have still not given him his severance package (he was fired 6 months ago) and that we'll be losing his unemployment benefits in 2 weeks...AND he's used money that we had to pay back money they loaned us for help...and our money situation looks pretty diar. I mean...I pay for all my own groceries and for my drugs and doctor bills, but I rely on Mark for the other stuff...and if I have to get a job to not lost our home I lose my insurance and my ability to get my medications and my life, which is already on the grim side goes to even worse. :-0(

To add insult to injury, he brought in the mail which included a book that I'd ordered (and probably can't afford now) which I'd been told featured some really cool info for a special project I'm working on...only it doesn't (or at least I don't see it) so I was disappointed about that as well.

My headache was getting worse. I lay down. Mark woke me to go to the bonfire but my head still hurt bad and I was depressed about the money situation so I thought it best to stay in to take care of my head (and save on the gas money required to go to the party). I slept. Michael called later (I'd left him 3 messages earlier in the day) to say that he'd been sleeping on and off. I told him what was going on and he told me to call when my head was better...only it never was. He texted me at 2:45 am to say goodnight. I went back to sleep and woke at 6am.

I had dreams that I was in a car accident in Milan and distracted by a trip through the woods to a family friend's home. Later I was in a mental institution and writing angry messages on my face and shocking people with mentionings of porn. Later I was at a gay inclusive school, leaving some friends for a boy I liked. Later still I was being put in drag for a dance. Much later, shortly before waking, I dreamt of killing spiders with hair gel. lol. Strange dreams, but oddly happy ones.

   posted by Bald Jason at 07:15 AM
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