Two more days to my meeting with Tiffany, the vocational rehabilitation case manager. She has been so kind on the phone and I have been extra careful to sound very exuberant when she calls. The bad thing? I can't remember what room to meet her in the hospital. Hopefully, the receptionist will know.
I woke up this morning feeling very fit and well. Excited almost. It is such a joy to be looking forward to my days. My sleeping habits are still very topsy-turvy though. I sleep only when tired and in spurts. It has been driving Rosa crazy lately and she has been opting to sleep at home. I can say I am sort of relieved. Nothing is more miserable than lying in the bed for hours sleepless and afraid to wake up your mate. Maggie is a far kinder companion when it comes to my very sporadic sleeping habits.
I've been pricing parts for a new computer. I love to window shop on Newegg.com. The price for a top-of-the-line quad-core Intel Core 2 Duo processor is over $1000. Yikes! That would be a month's work at minimum wage. Too rich for my blood, but I can still dream, right? I sometimes wonder why I want the latest and greatest computer when my computer does everything I ask it to do and does it well. Upgrading computers and keeping up with technology is a vicious cycle that is very dangerous to the contents of your wallet.
I just can't keep from reading The Homeless Guy. I found myself reading this morning as I shook my head. It is an addiction first and foremost. He was preaching today about violence in American culture and rambling about pitbulls and guns in bars. I wondered if anyone else thinks like I do -- that this guy couldn't even take care of his own children or put a roof over his head, and then expects people to take what he says seriously about much more pressing and complicated issues. I just shook my head and felt terrible for reading. It is addiction that is going to be hard to break. I tell ya, it's like Jerry Springer. He fits the classic definition of a sociopath.