Mom brought a veritable cornucopia of food yesterday. I was out of anything to eat for several days and was subsisting on coffee and donut sticks at Fat Albert's with the three dollars mom gives me everyday. If I told mom I was out of food, then she would go into crisis mode and it would piss off my father. So mum was the word.
Been camping out much of this week and spending less and less of my days on the Internet. One of the main reasons I quit camping was that I associated it with drinking and my homeless days. The urge is still there, but not so pronounced.
I think I've encountered a drastic change in brain chemistry these past few weeks. Something miraculously occurred and I can watch TV again after not being able to watch in years. I am fascinated by the Home Shopping Network and ShopNBC. I want to be a jewelry designer and collector. Maybe it is some of my father's gay genes coming out in me.