I don't know, things have been... difficult, lately.
Robin's off in a foreign country for part of the summer, so she doesn't have much time to talk to me given she's seven hours ahead of me. My other friend has basically abandoned me, even though she said she wanted to talk and spend time with me. I don't want to bother anybody with my loneliness, especially not since I had goals I wanted to complete. I should be filling my time doing that, instead of feeling sorry for myself.
For whatever reason, I've gotten better at not immediately having a total breakdown. The other day, I found out that my dad lost the funding that pays for the medicine that keeps him from having multiple sclerosis flare-ups, which costs about six thousand dollars a month. Gran is helping him look for another organization to provide support in paying for his medicine. I had a minor panic attack in which I realized that the world is a cruel place that wants disabled people to stop mooching off the rest of us and just up and die. Not that he'll die immediately without this medicine. But it could make him much, much worse, if he has to go without it.
He won't switch to another, less expensive medicine; he's been on the same one for over twenty years, and it's been working, by and large. It's just a matter of finding some way to pay for it. It amounts to almost seventy thousand dollars a year, and it's only been getting more expensive every year.
In the meantime, I've been taking up some more responsibility, but it's gone and bitten me in the butt. I cooked lunch and dinner the past few days, and I've gotta say, for someone cooking with no recipes, I've been doing a good job of it. Only problem is, we had an issue with the freezer in the garage, and we ended up losing some food that was ruined by the door being slightly ajar for a few hours.
The universe clearly did not wish for us to partake of waffles. So be it.
Anyways, I'm building a book list. If you've got any to recommend, be my guest.
Elricz out.
