If you're reading this you sort of know my general mood by now: surly. That doesn't mean I don't have any hope for the future in me. It means I'm less concerned about the future than I am about when the next time is I'll enjoy a decent piece of cheesecake or a good movie. Society's woes are no more or less fleeting, as far as I'm concerned.
Besides, I have both school and writing to pick up again, and those concerns combined with raising Bubba & possibly biting the bullet and trying to find work rather than wait for the lawyers to get off thier asses and do something other than wait for the next hearing about my disability preoccupy me.
Obviously the longer I wait before I look for work the better my chances, as at least a B.A. in the psych field will get me a psychologist's assistant position. Not to mention give me field experience. But I'm also supposing if I sell myself properly I can find a position somewhere without the degree yet. Like I said, it's all theoretical as of this.
Anyway, this new years I'm thinking of those I haven't heard from in a while. The people you promise to keep in touch with, but end up removing from the microcosm of your life for what must seem like good reasons at the time.
One is Don: what's up, Bosephis? Ain't you never gonna write?
Another is Carrot: miss you, girl.
These two are folks who might actually see this and respond. Others, most pointedly the brother and sister I will never know because they were given up at birth by my mother, I will have to resign myself to always pining for, short of some miracle.
So this new year, I'm asking for one. Why? Because others feel they can without feeling silly, so I will to. Please, let me find someone of my blood other than my mother. Short of that, Mega Millions Lotto will do. Either / Or.
On to the new year, I guess. Drop your cocks and grab your socks, as they say...
jdk
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