The view from the Tenderloin
The View from the Tenderloin:
Well, it's April first, April fools day. This is going to be an abbriviated post, as I am a bit upset. I never know for sure if I'm going to be paid on the first or the third, but I was very much hoping it would be the first this month. It's not. Which means I won't be able to start moving to the new place until Friday, and I have to be out of my old apartment on Monday. I have no vehicle to help, no resources to get one, and only one friend who, reluctantly, has agreed to help me hand carry what can be hand carried. The electronics, my clothes, and the kitchen gear. All my furniture has to be abandoned.
The stress we all feel from the pandemic, added to the stress I feel from not know where my little buddy with the personality disorder is, and now this, it's overwhelming. I've often told my little buddy that stuff is just stuff, and can be replaced. I'm eating those words now, and it sucks.
God save the Republic.
