That Sucked Donkeyballs

Getting pushed out of your house is a lot like getting laid off. Except it is your fucking HOUSE. Hi, your life is in our way, get out.

"We know change is hard."

Bullshit.

Oak St. Neighborhood

I said I'd get back to the depression thing... I don't really have the energy for it now, but here's some of what I've been doing today: oakstneighborhood.googlepages.com.

One of the properties that the cemetery district wants to take is where I grew up. The same place I'm living right now, in fact. They've been planning it for a year; we just found out a few weeks ago.

It's really fucking scary, but I think the worst part of it is knowing that the cemetery board meeting minutes (that I used to make up this timeline) are available to the public if you know to go and ask for them. But why would we have known we needed to?

Depressive Impluse Control

They need to develop some sort of depression-sensing door control tool that will prevent depressed people from entering places like yarn stores and ice cream shops.

Then again, that would make the depressed people MORE depressed, probably. But it would save them some money!

I had a fairly successful yarn-store run this morning, all things considered - I only bought $30 worth of yarn that was not what I went in for, and I also got the stuff I DID go in for (and I'm pretty happy with it).

As for the reason for the depression, that's a separate post that I'm still mulling over - I'm sure I'll get it written out soon.