•Tuesday•
I got back from Kinko's about an hour ago. Its great out. I should've gone to the city though. Turns out that its gonna be busy here at the apartment today. Up until like 9. Meaning I have to not be here until after 9. Well ... Kinko's is open 24 hours. I might drop by Border's before I come back to the apartment. I just hope I don't get followed home again this time.
I really can't deal with this though. This .... not being able to be at home because people are having a meeting. Probably because its not a home.
"A squeaky wheel gets oiled first."
Ricky told me that last night. I need to be squeakier. I do. And sometimes I am. I'd tell Norm about something ... like my visa thing. But it dies down soon after. Its as if I have to keep pressing .... which I hate doing. I hate bothering people. And its hard because no one else around me knows what its like. I have to get up early even if I feel sick. I can't just go take a nap if I have a headache. There shouldn't be 3 or persons with a key to the place I live. Not just have a key but don't call before coming over or even ringing the bell before barging in. Yes ... I complain about it a lot. I mean ... a person can only take so much.
Right now Richie's wife and kids are here. So is Jenny. And I think I'm starting to not like them very much. Every time I see or heard about Richie's wife and kids I associate them with a day I had a really bad headache and couldn't take a nap because they were here. Jenny of course .... I associate her with walking in on me in bed ... twice.
Oh and just when I thought this was pretty bad ... it turns out that next Monday and Tuesday its gonna be really busy here. I'll have to call Eric and ask if I can stay with him a couple days. D'you know how much that bothers me? Begging for a place to stay. I could probably just go to a homeless shelter for the couple days. Hey ... I'd probably be the only one there with a laptop and bottled water hehe.
I see it now. A make-shift wall from a sheet over a rope to block everybody out. My shoes lined up under my cot hehe. A milk crate for a night stand. *sigh*
That Thursday a couple weeks ago ... that night I was followed .... I felt like a homeless person. Slowly walking back to the apartment on the empty street. I guess in a way I am homeless.