Nothing Accomplished

[la_samtyr]

It's gorgeous outside, beautiful weather--so what do I do? Mostly stay inside and do nothing. The thing is, I need help to do some things. I mean, I am not one of those people who can move large, heavy pieces of furniture by myself. I just can't do it. Tomorrow is clean-up day, which means you can throw all sorts of junk and shit away and not get charged for it--and guess what--I have nothing put out. Not one little thing. I've got lots of junky old couches and shit that's taking up tons of space but since I can't move it by myself, it just stays inside and gets even junkier and more cluttered. It is at least dry but I still need to get rid of it. You'd think that a youth group or church group would offer to help but no way. They have other, more *worthy* people to help. I wish that I could do this myself and not have to ask for any help at all, not ever. And then people wonder why I want to move away from here. Gee, I wonder!

When I went to the store tonight, dumbass freak (Jerry Fielder) stopped me and wanted to yap. All I wanted to do was get a loaf of bread and a little mayo but no. He just had to stop and yap. I got pissed off and it finally dawned on him that I was mad, so he left right after I did. (I mean, the guy is a serious creep. He's a registered sex offender, one of the few people I know who actually served their full sentence in prison. No-one will come out and say what he did but it must have been *bad* if he didn't even get early parole.) I didn't even get the groceries. Damn. So my supper tonight was just plain baloney and butter with cookie and milk for dessert. No bread, no mayo. Ugh. But at least I had some sort of supper.

When I called my aunt tonight, somehow she got the idea that I was going to have help. I have no clue how she got that idea, none whatsoever. I just visited her yesterday and *told* her I wouldn't be able to get any help. I thought she was asking when I was going to talk to the auction people or the lawyer (which I will be doing Monday morning). I wish she didn't want to talk every night. It costs me a fortune on my cellphone and I make sure to call their regular line, 'cause gods help me if I put any "unneeded" expense on *their* cellphone. Gah. Charlene tried to help them set up a computer but they just thought that was "too much trouble" to deal with. The hell of it is, if they *had* a computer, I could talk a lot more and a lot longer than I do on the phone. At least the Boomers all understand the technology; it seems that everyone from the Boomers on forward understand computers. It's a hell of a lot easier to stay in touch with people online, that's for sure. Time to go now. Back eventually.