It is so easy to come to this blog and write about problems, but I feel good. I feel so good, in fact, that I've had a perpetual smile on my face all evening. I want to be able to come to this blog every night saying the same thing: no problems. I swear!
"What's gotten into you?" Rosa asked me a minute ago.
"I think my Luvox is working," I replied. "I never gave it much of a chance as I was always throwing up my medications."
"Dumbass," Rosa said jokingly. "Take your meds! I love to see you smile."
Charlie has yet to arrive with tonight's medications. I eagerly await my Benadryl. It always makes me sleep like a baby. I, too, welcome Charlie's company. I admire my father's best friend so much. He came from a family of fourteen children and had to claw his way to the top. He worked himself through college in his thirties and landed a primo job with the state. It always cheers me up to see him.
I also emailed The Homeless Guy and offered him a vacation from homelessness. I told him he could come and stay a few weeks and rest. I hate to see his blog die and from looking at his sitemeter, his blog isn't doing so well. Maybe a vacation will reinvigorate his desire to write and blog. His blog is still one of my favorites. I doubt I will hear from him though. He doesn't like me very much and never answers my emails.