The Bloody Doors Off

So, because I was late with my paperwork to OW, they’ve temporarily suspended my financial assistance.

I admit I was late. I was freaked by the whole process and couldn’t initially find the damned form. My caseworker had called to remind me, and I got it to her the next day. So now I have to appeal.

Boy, doesn’t that sound familiar.

I was writing a short story earlier. A companion piece, background to the new play. That got put down for the night. I just can’t focus on it right now.

God, I want a drink. Or a cigarette. Something to tamp down the pain.