Just sitting here at McDonalds.  Have a meeting with a friend at 2:00.  It's around 12:42 as I start to write this.  Got time on my hands, as is obvious.  Obvious in another way.  All I have now is Time.

Those two people who didn't email me back emailed me back.  Good.

I am accepting the "schizophrenia" diagnosis, because I need help, and it helps me get help.   I have a Case Worker who helps and I just met with him.  I'm trying to get involved with a program that will help me get a job.  It's frustrating.   It's a process--the program.   Mark, my Case Manager, thinks I can get a job easily and be gainfully employed.

I'm in counseling.

I feel life is hopeless but I have no choice but to keep going.

I need to clip my nails and file them, but I dread doing that.  A manicure would be nice, though I don't want to spend the money on it.  It's a little difficult to type.

Did I say anything yet about the stupid thing I did in mortgaging a paid off house?  Perhaps I don't feel like going into that right now.

I may sign this off now and be on my way and bring back it back up when I get to my meeting place.