July 16th, 2012
Last night a shitstorm hit the homeless shelter. Not like the time Jarl shit all over the bathroom floor though, no, this shitstorm had been building for quite some time... though I suppose Jarl's shitstorm had quite a build up as well. It's an important lesson in gratitude, at least it should be taken as such. I'll explain;
Those new faces I mentioned last time... well there's a lot of them, perhaps even too many, and not enough gratitude between them to feed a pygmy shetland pony. Andy bitches about the food, Andre complains about the size of the women's dorm... on behalf of his girlfriend and Lex Lutheran waltzed into the shelter tonight toting several sheets of graphing paper that illustrate how the shelter SHOULD be.
All of which in combination with an all-time high surplus of homeless people last night resulted in the director changing the intake rules... permanently. The rules now further exclude the 90 day + people , which includes yours truly. I got a bed last night but tonight finds me on Richards couch yet again. This couch surfing is getting tiresome.. it's hard work!
Now finds me resting on Richards couch waiting for him to return from the bar, possibly with the drunk version of a girl I really dig, who it also just happens I lent my Big Book to a few weeks ago, on her concern that she might be an alcoholic.
Life on life's terms... well life's terms suck right now but I'm dealing.
Had a great conversation with Thyme at the coffee shop today, and I made a new female friend though I don't recall her name at the moment. I've committed myself to finishing my college application this week and started brainstorming about a fantasy story to keep my creative juices flowing. My workout is two days past due and I'm still behind on my storage unit rent, but I'm probably working for 'K' tomorrow and I've still got plasma to give so it shouldn't be too long before I'm caught up.
I work the problems now, they don't work me.
The great game of Recovery Pairbonding continues, one of my new female associates is dating my would be sponsee... who still has my copy of 'Awakening The Buddha Within'. And my friends sponsee has been earnestly seeking my approval.. or perhaps just my attention this week... whilst her other sponsee has been throwing some lovelorn looks in my direction. And here I thought my social life would die if I got sober. Guess you never know... or maybe you just shouldn't.
Last night a shitstorm hit the homeless shelter. Not like the time Jarl shit all over the bathroom floor though, no, this shitstorm had been building for quite some time... though I suppose Jarl's shitstorm had quite a build up as well. It's an important lesson in gratitude, at least it should be taken as such. I'll explain;
Those new faces I mentioned last time... well there's a lot of them, perhaps even too many, and not enough gratitude between them to feed a pygmy shetland pony. Andy bitches about the food, Andre complains about the size of the women's dorm... on behalf of his girlfriend and Lex Lutheran waltzed into the shelter tonight toting several sheets of graphing paper that illustrate how the shelter SHOULD be.
All of which in combination with an all-time high surplus of homeless people last night resulted in the director changing the intake rules... permanently. The rules now further exclude the 90 day + people , which includes yours truly. I got a bed last night but tonight finds me on Richards couch yet again. This couch surfing is getting tiresome.. it's hard work!
Now finds me resting on Richards couch waiting for him to return from the bar, possibly with the drunk version of a girl I really dig, who it also just happens I lent my Big Book to a few weeks ago, on her concern that she might be an alcoholic.
Life on life's terms... well life's terms suck right now but I'm dealing.
Had a great conversation with Thyme at the coffee shop today, and I made a new female friend though I don't recall her name at the moment. I've committed myself to finishing my college application this week and started brainstorming about a fantasy story to keep my creative juices flowing. My workout is two days past due and I'm still behind on my storage unit rent, but I'm probably working for 'K' tomorrow and I've still got plasma to give so it shouldn't be too long before I'm caught up.
I work the problems now, they don't work me.
The great game of Recovery Pairbonding continues, one of my new female associates is dating my would be sponsee... who still has my copy of 'Awakening The Buddha Within'. And my friends sponsee has been earnestly seeking my approval.. or perhaps just my attention this week... whilst her other sponsee has been throwing some lovelorn looks in my direction. And here I thought my social life would die if I got sober. Guess you never know... or maybe you just shouldn't.
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