Hello. I have a flat on my bike. Into which I pumped air whilst trying to get away from work. Right after I chipped away the slush and ice which had encrusted the vehicle. With my bare hands. Then I rode home through small (and not so small) waterways which, dammed with slush and ice, had filled-up all along the road edge to occasionally disconcerting depths. Oh, and there was wind and freezing rain, too. My bike is in the shower now, recuperating. (Actually, I sprayed it with detergent to loosen the grime in which the bike becomes encrusted on wet, dirty days like today.)
I am bankrupt. Docket #02-41552, filed March 14, 2002. Any day, I may come home to a dark and cold, de-electrified house, though I am assured by my lawyer that if I am home when they come to shut me off and I present the aforementioned docket number to the Mass Electric employee, that "they should leave it on.". They should. Likewise with the phone. Although Verizon has already shut me off, the CLEC (competitive local exchange carrier), Ztel, my current phone company, will shut me off March 24, unless the bankruptcy court's injunction (represented by the docket number) prevents them from doing so. No matter how much my lawyer—a really wonderful woman—tries to explain it to me, I just can't grasp the logic of bankruptcy. She says it is designed to give people a second chance and a new start. But it still looks to me like none of these companies should ever want anything to do with me again.
There is a lot of laundry—about four loads worth—laying on the bathroom floor, piled-up nearly to the height of the windowsill. I have been intending to attack it every day for over two weeks. There are things in there which I forgot I owned. The house is a mess, there are computer parts scattered all about, old unopened mail, and piles of semi-discarded papers, forms, newsletters, and magazines. The biggest accomplishment in my day is folding up the futon.
This is a low point, in case you hadn't noticed.
I hope I get up early enough to get something done; I hope very soon that I begin to care whether or not I get something done. It has gotten so that a little thing like a flat tire is just about completely overwhelming.