A lost weekend…not owning a credit card(only a debit card) prevents me at the Budget ticket counter from renting a car for a fun weekend adventure weekend escape to New Orleans and Baton Rouge, LA, that I had so been looking forward to(after tormenting myself all week of course about whether I should go or not, before finally deciding I had earned the right, reminding myself I\\\’ve ALWAYS earned the \\\”right\\\”)….sitting here in my Mom\\\’s basement, thinking about how I\\\’m never going to be able to owMom\\\’sown car(I have one but it\\\’s in her name. And no, could not use that one for the long drive), never going to be able to afford to buy airline tickets on a whim and such short notice like my friend was able to do so he could fly down to the same place for the weekend, never even going to be able to own a credit card again, never going to be able to figure out how to pay the stacks of bills accumulated from months and months sitting before me in different bags, and how I\\\’m never going to be able to get out of my Mom\\\’s basement….
Yet, I don\\\’t have it in me to take the pills. I have to keep moving. I have to keep moving. I have to keep moving. I have to keep moving. (Oh, and I also have to keep typing until I get to 300 letters in what has to be the dumbest, stupidest thing with this nauseating new \”revamped\” format of the Tribe pages.) I have to keep moving. I have to keep moving.
I have to keep moving. I have to keep moving. I have to keep moving. I have to keep moving. Oh G-d let this be 300 words. Nope, still not. So where was I? Oh yes. I have to keep moving. I have to keep moving. I have to keep moving. I have to keep moving. I have to keep moving. I have to keep moving. I have to keep moving. I have to keep moving….