Things have been rather rough lately. I have been doing maintenance/cleaning work at a coffee shop for a few bucks to get by on until I'm able to get into treatment or extended care when the insurance kicks in on the 1st. He called me last night saying something was missing out of the back room of the coffee shop and that he thought I took it, never said at the time what it was. The 'back room' is simply more of the same coffee shop. People regularly walk back there to see what there is, I had thought something happened with some of his electronics equipment, turns out he had a bank deposit laying out on a table. For once I can actually say this screw up wasn't mine, but I don't have a leg to stand on any more. I've lied to all of the people I've ever cared about and at the moment i'm having a rather hard time of it. He doesn't want me to come back to finish any of the work I was working on, hopefully whoever did take it ends up doing something stupid and gets caught. It's the only way anybody could possibly believe me and i doubt I'll be so lucky.
There are 10 days until the 1st. On the 1st my Medica coverage through the state kicks in and the treatment place I'm talking to can send in their request. I'm hoping it doesn't take too terribly long to get the OK. My welcome here feels very over-stayed. I'm with my parents but I've never made life easy in the past and now, well I'm very lucky to have a place to stay and these recent developments aren't helping any. I'm thinking of just staying within the confines of the yard for the next couple of weeks. Just don't go out. Hibernate. I can't think of what else to do.
I'm reading a few books at the moment, one of them is called the Hiram Key by christopher knight and robert lomas. Another one, my dad turned me on to, is called the secret, about positive thinking, etc. I forget the author. Both interesting books.
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