I started off the month sick and feeling like I was about to die. I have a $1,200+ ER bill to prove this, if anyone cares to see =/ (or if anyone just wants to see and be utterly horrified by how much so little care costs here…)

I have had approximately no free time, thanks to the (supposedly) state-paid babysitting job I have… I say “supposedly” because the state of Illinois is taking its sweet time paying me. I literally have no idea when, or even if, the people responsible are going to get off their asses and cut me a paycheck. Fortunately (?), this job looks like it’s coming to an end soon. Yay, I guess? At least I’ll be free to look for a job with a reliable pay schedule…

And I wrenched my left ankle pretty badly last Wednesday. I don’t know if it’s sprained or fractured or what, but it’s certainly not getting any better and this ankle brace hurts. I’ve barely been able to walk at anything more than a slow hobble, and getting anything constructive done has been a quite literal pain.

(And that’s not to mention the utter humiliation I had to deal with last Monday, coupled with the destruction of what few shreds of belief I had left in the illusion of my personal safety at the Galesburg Rescue Mission - learning that two anonymous phone calls from random people off the street, who only need to know my name, is considered “serious” enough evidence of wrongdoing on my part to merit being punished will do that. Yes, that’s right,* just anyone* can call the Mission, tell them that I’m breaking the law or otherwise misbehaving, and Darlene, the Good Christian Believer in Guilty Until Proven Innocent, will not only believe them over me, but she’ll go out of her way to force me to prove that I wasn’t doing anything wrong. Oh, and these people don’t even have to leave their name or phone number, or provide any evidence whatsoever to back up their claims. SO HEY, IF ANYONE OUT THERE HAS A PROBLEM WITH ME, FUCKING GO FOR IT. YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO.)

Oh yeah, and a drunk kleptomaniac made off with pretty much all of my pens.* Fortunately*, those were replaced today. Best thing that’s happened all fucking month.

I’m locking myself in my bedroom tomorrow, and I’m going to get as much work as possible done on my outstanding commissions now that I’m able to. And god help anyone who tries to interrupt me, because* I will fucking snap*. This month has pushed me almost to my breaking point and all I want is one fucking day of quiet so I can sit and work for once…