Homeless

I guess my rant about neighbor posts do not belong on a homeless blog. The connection is: if I had not become homeless, I would likely be able to afford an apartment in a better building. Being stuck here, keeps my brain stuck on December 27, 2001 and forward. I keep my mind occupied playing mindless Facebook games. Used to be endless games of Freecell, Spider Solitaire, Mahjong Titans, and Peggleland.



Used to be endless hours working on my now defunct websites and blogs. Did a lot of work; enjoyed every bit of it; produced nothing (other than what I thought were really nice websites). Lack of funds did not renew the last remaining website. Flickering light problem, no longer reading a book a day. And even when I was, Chris' constant loud talking would agitate me so much I could not concentrate nor read. Easier to turn on Windows Media Player, insert ear buds, and play games.



Where I am today is a result of being homeless; homeless was a result of poor choices; poor choices were made, partly due to mental health issue that was diagnosed as "job stress" by an emergency room nurse in 1998; mental health issue was a result of poor choices 1968 onward. Did I make good choices after 1982. Some yes, some no. 1994 through 1998 life was wonderful.



Or so it seemed. Ups and downs always. Hallucinations a result of head injury or PTSD in 1998? A little of both? The memory loss, I think, was from head injury, along with the extreme sleepiness, blurred vision and headaches. The rest was PTSD. Whatever.



I had intended to write about Doug and Chris' hookah party and how my life changed since John moved into apartment next door. Now sleepy. Maybe tomorrow.