The bright light of salvation shines in dark and empty skies

Made the arm worse yesterday lugging a bag of shopping home w/dogs on-lead. Can barely move it today.

Gives me an excuse not to tell you all about the Social Security medical examination yesterday. Didn't go too badly, especially as simply being at the Social office is enough to bring on a panic attack anyway.

Saw a face I knew among the usual crowd of junkies waiting outside the social to try and scam crisis loans and emergency payments. Ugh. I thought natural wastage had taken care of all my druggie contemporaries, but it figures that this particular boil on the backside of humanity would still be clinging to life. He's one of the lowest of the low - one of the ones that makes his drug-money by ripping off, robbing and intimidating other druggies (as well as non-druggies, but the homeless, desperate and addicted are easier prey). A true sociopath who's not capable of seeing any other individual in any capacity except that of exploitable resource, and he had no scruples about what he'd do to exploit those resources.

He didn't recognise me. Small mercies. I don't remember his name now. I wish I could forget his entire existence. I cannot express how glad and grateful I am that I was able to remove myself from the world he inhabits, and how much I hate having to go to places so strongly associated with that world.

On a brighter note, Spike's decided that playing tug-of-war with the harness was so much fun that putting it on him every morning now requires a wrestling match. It makes me laugh too much to get annoyed with him. I love that dog.

The bright light of salvation shines in dark and empty skies

Made the arm worse yesterday lugging a bag of shopping home w/dogs on-lead. Can barely move it today.

Gives me an excuse not to tell you all about the Social Security medical examination yesterday. Didn't go too badly, especially as simply being at the Social office is enough to bring on a panic attack anyway.

Saw a face I knew among the usual crowd of junkies waiting outside the social to try and scam crisis loans and emergency payments. Ugh. I thought natural wastage had taken care of all my druggie contemporaries, but it figures that this particular boil on the backside of humanity would still be clinging to life. He's one of the lowest of the low - one of the ones that makes his drug-money by ripping off, robbing and intimidating other druggies (as well as non-druggies, but the homeless, desperate and addicted are easier prey). A true sociopath who's not capable of seeing any other individual in any capacity except that of exploitable resource, and he had no scruples about what he'd do to exploit those resources.

He didn't recognise me. Small mercies. I don't remember his name now. I wish I could forget his entire existence. I cannot express how glad and grateful I am that I was able to remove myself from the world he inhabits, and how much I hate having to go to places so strongly associated with that world.

On a brighter note, Spike's decided that playing tug-of-war with the harness was so much fun that putting it on him every morning now requires a wrestling match. It makes me laugh too much to get annoyed with him. I love that dog.