scared

It’s really cold here now.  I think somebody was in our room here in Kingsway Inn during the night.

We are going to be some of those people that you read about who die during strong weather, because the temperature is only going to be 34 and 36 over the weekend, and we can’t stay here unless somebody else pays for it.

Our gas and electricity are off, and it’s cold out here where there is a heater, so I am really scared that at home our dogs may be dead and we will be.

I guess as far as Nanny, at least, is concerned, our being dead would be good.  One less worry.  More than one, really, because she doesn’t like Mikey.

Mad at myself for not getting another job.  I can work if I have to.  May be weird, but I can do what has to be done.  Everybody knows I’m messed up, so they leave me alone and I do my work sad as can be, but I do it.

Don’t know what to do now.  Gonna freeze to death this weekend.

Need some coffee.  Be back in a while, maybe.  Don’t check out till 11am.

L