I don't know how much more of this I can handle. I had an appointmnt with a free lawyer today and couldn't make it. I was still feeling ill and my toothahe is just awful, but I was goingo go anyway--- until ride A fell through, possible ride b and c didn't work, and I didn't have enough money for the three busses it would have taken to get there. At east I was responsible enough to call and reschedule.
The lack of transportation is horrible in a city that is spread out. I was lucky enough to be given a bus pass by a friend last year, which sved me more than a thousnd dollars in bus fair after my car broke don beyond what one should repair. I tried to have a good attitude about it, and take itas an opportunity to learn a new way to get around. Now I have now way to get around, and no way to get out of hee now that it's really time to move.
I don't want to be one of those sad stories; one of those brilliant people that just get lost in the world somehow. I'm scared that something will happen to me, and years later someone will find all my writing and wonder what I could have done if things had been different.
39 days until I'm homeless.
