The Bloody Doors Off

Same as the first.

This blog is getting harder and harder to write. It’s got everything to do with my state of mind, and my emotional state.

I have NOT wanted to go outside the past 2 days; Wayne got me out for coffee on Thursday, and my friend Lisa tried to get me out this morning but I slept past the alarm, comforter over my head. It’s a combination of going through bankruptcy (having to account for every cent coming in — ha! — and going out) and the fuckin’ cold snap. And with the type 2 diabetes, my hands and feet have crap blood flow so I feel the cold that much more. I think I need 3 pairs of gloves right now. And where am I going to go that’s both warm and free? I’m in my own personal hell right now.

I have plans tomorrow. An early breakfast with family, groceries, a drink or two in the evening with a new friend. I’m hoping this lifts me up, at least for a while.

Apologies for anyone reading this shit.