Dammit. Was helping clean Mrs. K's place yesterday and my stomach growled loud enough it probably woke the neighborhood. I left soon after even though I didn't have to work. Just wrapped up in a blanket and tried to force myself into hibernation so I could go the rest of the night without eating. Then I went to visit today before work and she's shoving a casserole in my hands.
Even if she could afford to make me food every day, I still can't accept that. I'm not going to live off of hand-outs. My entire focus has been on getting back on my own two feet. How am I supposed to do that if I'm relying on people to take care of me?
The answer is that I'm not. I'm thankful for the gift, but I have to fix this job situation, and fast. I'm going to have to go out job hunting again instead of visiting with Mrs. K.
It's just a small hiccup, that's all. I can get through this. I really hope I don't have any more of those...seizure things while I'm out. And the last time I was really out in public, there was the whole thing with the birds and the mall-walker guy.
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