think i might need to call the dogcatcher.
the black dog still hides under my bed
and its growl is getting louder.
started to get a bit chilly in oz this month.
autumn.
and already i have the hot water bottles in use.
the dog seems unfazed.
still it waits. still it lurks.
always waiting.
its teeth gnaw.
constantly.
poor lifestyle choices, created extra difficulty this month.
had to go to a funeral. at the wake, i had too much money on me.
i gambled. i lost.
i chased my losses.
so... now im on this new diet called $40 til june.
thank fuck for the soup kitchen.
if they werent there to help, id be screwed.
i feel bad ( on top of the depression) because i feel like i have less patience at times like these.
