Just learned that the Alpha Project may cover part of my rent for October. It may also mean getting a payee, but we’ll see
In further news it looks like I’ll be getting an apartment. Most likely for $250 a month, which means I’ll have more money to spend. In mid October I should be moving to a place in Banker’s Hill. Park West is the name and it’s supported housing.
Still waiting for the procedures on those leg veins, but it does look like my meds are starting to work. I will ask Dr. Mohamedy about a personal heart monitor.
Getting my veins done will mean getting them raised above my heart when I sleep, so if you have any suggestions I’d like to hear them.
Before my final note please remember that you could still help. Just tap on the button below and enter your preferred amount, 5, 10, 25, 50, 100, 1,000, 10,000, whatever you wish.
Finally, is there any way we can get Vladimir Putin qualified for President of the United States. He is a vile, despicable manipulative bastard, but he is a competent vile, despicable, manipulative bastard.
And with that snark I bid you a good day.
Today I got a fan from the Alpha Project, and I’ve started work on the DJ outline. Where the latter is concerned I’ve got studying to, and it looks to have a lot of levels to it.
For instance, just in the chapter on encounters I’ll be covering subjects such
And other such things. In DJ encounters will not mean automatic aggression, but rather what both parties are looking for. As an example, a guide based on the Second World War the players may meet a group of friendly Gestapo Men and have trouble with hostile Marquis. Why? That is for them to find out. And for them to be cautious and not assume. Speculation is welcome.
As always donations are welcome, and should you have to be local a couple half gallons of milk—but not butter milk—would do me a world of good.
My fridge is too small for gallon sized jugs.
My troubles all begin when I was staying at The Bridge at 16th and Newton here in San Diego. I was ill and needed to sit down. The staff at The Bridge didn’t believe I was ill, and ended up throwing me out. A few days later I was at Paradise Valley Hospital in National City suffering from afib and a few other conditions. In the meantime I had lost the modem I had gotten from AT&T.
I could’ve asked for medical help at the Bridge, I didn’t. They could’ve asked if maybe there was something wrong with me, they didn’t. In as much as they held responsibility for my health and well being while I stayed at their facility, their actions and behaviors in my mind border on the criminal. But I haven’t the resources to bring charges against those responsible.
Now I have to make sure AT&T knows our agreement is terminated, and raise the money I’ll need to pay rent. Thus this plea.
Found out who the problem is, which means I get to make sure my account with AT&T is closed so they won’t go digging into my bank account.
It also means that what with bank fees and all I’m going to be overdrawn by some $500 dollars, and that means I won’t be able to afford rent. And me just a few months from getting an apartment for something like $300 a month in rent instead of the $670 I pay now.
I’m 64. I have an irregular heart beat. I cost more on the street then I do with my own apartment, but to have an apartment—or even room—I need help with the money at the moment. That’s where you come in. One donation at $500 would do the trick. More at smaller amounts would do as well, but maybe I’ll get lucky. So donate what you can and keep an older fellow off the street.
And I may be having an attack. Think you have afib? Get it dealt with. And it’s not a rapid heart beat, it’s an erratic heartbeat.
As for me, I’m going back to sleep to see if my heart will settle down.
And I hope this looks better.
And since I’m writing, thought I’d let you know that I’m feeling better, and that it looks like I actually have money in the bank. So no financial emergency and the medical crisis is being dealt with.
Still, donations are nice, so here’s the button: