I paid my old landlords the money I owe them. It was a quick and dirty solution: vaguely legal, and soon I'll have to find the money to replace it. I wonder if I'm still banned from donating plasma (it's not what you think. It's simply that my medication skews my liver enzymes, and to them that LOOKS like a bad disease)?

Sick, isn't it? I talked about being happier and saner than I'd been in a long while, and all that time I was still pulling crap like this. The further I move forward, the farther I realize I have yet to go.

Well, life goes on.

I don't have a lot of time. I should have been asleep an hour ago, but it's too hot to sleep. Tomorrow, I get to lift every heavy object I own and quite a few light objects packed into boxes until they, too, are heavy. And at the end of the day, I'll be sleeping at a different address. Or, more likely, TRYING to sleep in this oppressive heat.

Take care, voyeurs and voyeurettes. I'll be back soon, and I'll probably reek of Ben Gay.