For someone on the spectrum like me getting disappointed is a pain. As is having to do certain things you’re just not ready to do.
Today they’re cleaning at the shelter, which means I have to go somewhere else. So I’m now at the library fuming and dreading the experience. If being autistic is supposed to be magickal I’d sooner be mundane.
In other news I’ve learned I don’t qualify for a housing project. Seems I’m too old. Seems these folks want people 60 or younger, and in another 4 days I’m turning 64. I say this is discrimination and I say the Hell with them.
On the other hand I’ve been pre-qualified for a few medical studies. Any come to San Diego I do qualify for I should be able to get some extra money. But don’t let that stop you from donating—button in sidebar.
Now I’ve got documents to produce, then add them to this blog. You stay healthy