To bring you up to date, the Gov't wants $5000 which an accountant says they are right. Apparently gov't has been overpaying me all my life??? and they want it back. They reviewed my whole life when I retired.
This has been going on for a while. I've been phoning creditors to "make arrangements." They are all amenable but I'm going totally sobbable. The creditors cheer right up when I tell them I'm taking *all* my retirement funds, and that is what I arranged last week. I'm going to pay everybody but God help me if I ever need a dime after that.
So it'll take 2 weeks to turn it into money in my chequing account. All day, all day, all day, saying it over and over and over.
Then I made, like, the 9th bowl of spaghetti since lately. There's nothing else. I went to bed.
And woke to hear the announcer say, "Paul is dead." They're reviving that crap. I remember the horribly morbid original in 1966 and don't need it again, especially not now.
Hang in, this is what I'm trying to off me - I went into the kitchen, looked at the eternal spaghetti, and thought, "Pa is dead." Well of course he is, he died 20 years ago. But my loony-brain took over - and that's why I need you now. I went into a waking dream of being a teenager again, and the police coming to the door and telling us Pa is dead. I had enough sense to get out of there and write to you. It was so detailed, so real! And I usually only panic, not hallucinate.
I just took 2 pills.
Write to me! Tell me about your cat or whatever. Say something, anything. I'm alone here.
13 Oct 2016, 8:55 pm
