It’s 2:15 in the afternoon, time for me to go do my weekly shopping in Bloomfield. I’ll probably stop by Nico’s to see if V is on duty. She works every other Saturday. And since I don’t go there like I use to I lose track of which Saturday she’s there; but I probably shouldn’t go there at all. This morning I awoke with an uncomfortable tenderness in my right foot–the sign of a possible gout attack. I’ve had several beers over the past few days because of the holidays. Too much beer (too much uric acid in my system) is what causes the attacks. And they are painful. I can’t walk. I can’t leave the apartment.
Well, it’s a fact now that I won’t be able to send in a rent payment until next month when I get my first social security check. I don’t even know how far behind I am in my rent. It’s got to be four months. Being unemployed and behind in your rent is a bad feeling. Even though I’m looking for work, going on interviews and I’m at the employment and training center five days a week, five hours a day I still have too much time on my hands. I need a job.
Am I an alcoholic?
GHH
