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This past weekend, someone broke into the neighbourhood church.
The head of security just stopped me downstairs on my way in to apologize for what happened this past weekend. It turns out it was not maintenance who'd tried to enter my apt, but the security guard himself. Who then fled. Which was why he wasn't around for the cops to ask him any questions. Which is why he's been fired and is now persona non grata in the building.
I say nothing about my landlord not checking backgrounds, not getting bonded people. But if the fired guard is who I think he is, then he's the only one who never wore a uniform and never bothered to learn anything about any of the tenants. Oh yeah, and the one who likes to say he was not given an emergency number to call, so whatever your problem is - you'll just have to wait.
In other news: My therapist gave me a report card because I've been feeling a bit like a big huge loser failure something or other. It reminds me of just how much work I've done in the past nine years. And then she did that thing I hate, where she quoted my IQ and other stuff at me to remind me I'm not stupid.
I think I love my therapist.
Getting pissy at her did in fact perk me up. And then she laughed. It's nice to feel that it's ok to think of her as a trusted and licenced friend.
In further news: The ka-bob place on Charles St has closed down. I went there to treat myself to a nice Afghani supper and the whole building is demolished and there are tractors on site, shoving the debris around. I was very shocked. The last time I went there was November, I think.
In the last news: I have two appts to see two new places tomorrow. One in my old neighbourhood near the park. My caseworker hasn't called me back to give me any idea of how I'm to work this situation and everytime I call the housing authority, the wait time increases. First it was 45 mins. The last, it was 98.
I honestly can't be on hold that long.
Note today, I went for a doctor's appt, they kept me waiting for 30 mins, I left. Last week they lost my appt all together. This week I needed lunch and I wasn't going to wait longer to put something substantial in my stomach.
Ps To Me: Maybe I should suggest a photocopied pic of the persona nongrata to be put up at the security desk.
Extra: Can you block cellphones from texting you? My mother just sent me a message of all o's. Made me waste a third of a unit.
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Just finished reading my mail.
*hugs flist tightly*
Thank You.
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Citizen Zero died in March of 07
I'd waited six years, seven actually since i only found out last night, for this game. I'd written fic for this game and hung out at the community forums for this game and then Microforte killed it and it's gone. Over. Done with.
No more interesting possibilities of waking up on a penal colony planet, with no memory of who you used to be, but with a chip that works differently compared to NPC chips and having to deal with a society of amnesiacs making a new life, native species, some sentient, that the prison administration - likely Earth - never bothered to lean anything about before dumping its unwanted.
Holy f-ck this game sounded cool. Especially when it was described as having opportunities more than just going out and shooting things. You could be a runner with packages, a biker sports fantastic winning races, you could level up in, I guess it's crafting, by being a mechanic etc, etc. You could join groups for group missions or do solo missions or two man missions and and and...
And now it's dead. Seven years, it's dead. Microforte is all 'We has Spy Game Now. Kthanxbai'.
I am so writing about this universe. Because seriously we didn't know crack jack about it, but people were writing fanfic and I had a lovely character whose major clue about her past life was that she had a caesarian scar. Somewhere out on earth (or, possibly displaced on the penal planet) were her babies!
How is that not a cool story?
I'm going to go ponder plagiarism and inspiration now.
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I just noticed I have 6 emails from my mother. In one she talks about me not living alone and maybe having to make the hard choice to come back home with her. Or I think that's what she said. I could be mistaken as I started generally skimming the letter at that point.
I will now avoid my mother for as long as possible.
And the only reason I'm not panicking is that one of the emails has the subject title 'have you tried urine therapy'.
It reminds me that my mother might not be all there.
Listen I don't care if they come out and say urine therap cures skin cancer - I'll still be 'eeewh'. And I'm pretty sure for skin cancer you'd have to rub it on and not drink it.
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