SOS 911

I am breaking into two. I am killing myself being the only person in my family working. I can't even get James's ass to apply for food stamps, but he sure does ask me for money and cigarettes every day.

Who even knows when or IF Knight Logistics for Amazon will let him return to work.

I left Azle way early today to be sure and pick up my meds, but because it was rainy and traffic was bad, I had to make an executive decision to skip the pharmacy and book it straight to work.

AND I had to hear about that from my dad AS IF I can control the weather or the other idiots on the road.

I am soooooooooooooo fucking frustrated, and there is no end in sight for every level of hell I'm living in.

I'm running fucking laps around these new kids at work WITH A BROKEN FOOT. And now I'm having to work days off and split my hard-earned tips with them because the organization I work for really doesn't do anything to retain their top talent.

It is time to move on - past time. But right now I'm trapped owing to James's disability. And I can't breathe. And I have no positive, loving support system.

My father is driving me fucking crazy. Crazy! He is one of the most unpleasant human beings to be around sometimes. Be careful what you wish for, indeed.

Signing off so I can digress into something more positive like old recordings of Alan Watts.

12:29 a.m. - 2023-02-08