Here goes...

I'm poor, no, not as poor as a Church Mouse, but poor.  I did it to myself.  I'm on Welfare and I work but still don't make enough money.  I'm in an apartment that I really can't afford, but then again, I can't afford to move out either.  I put myself in this situation, not on purpose, but I don't have anyone else but me to blame.  My brain has gone to mush trying to figure out how to get out of this mess.  Having a mushy brain does not help in thinking a situation through to the end.  My body is turning against me, or so it seems.  There don't seem to be that many foods I can eat without my body either trying to choke me to death or everything I just ate gets thrown out of my body at either end, sometimes both.  I'm a whiner because I've always been healthy and don't know how to handle this.

 Oh well, I need to get my act together and I'm going to, just not sure how to go about it, but I will get there.  I have to call the Lapidary club in Longmont to see if I can get rid of the stones I have since I'm not going to be able to afford the materials I need to make jewelry.

What I need is my stubbornness back!  I have to make myself exercise and now I will make myself do art, write, and look for the light at the end of the tunnel.  I'll get there, I promise.  The only drawback to that is that I keep promises to others but never to myself.  Change sucks!