Post by magnusgreel on Aug 5, 2009 6:10:03 GMT
The good letter arrived today. I decided to focus on it and actually read it, instead of waiting for the enlarger or someone to read it to me, because I had to know ASAP and was on my way to walk across town for groceries again. I think I've now taken all the pills needed to prevent the large resulting pain that would otherwise be in my future.
The Bad Letter arrived in early July, telling me I was out on the street with such a hyper-responsive nervous system that light would have had me screaming within hours or a day or so, if I'd been out on the street. It was just a sort of bureaucratic practical joke, I was told. So I hung in there, with a mixed message that they never send out housing recertification letters, and/or one would be coming soon. One month is "soon"... I'll have to make a note of that.
The Good Letter said in a highly detached way, relax, you're recertified, you're not doomed at least till next June. Now I need to persuade my nervous system to believe the good letter. It has a very firm memory of having seen the bad letter.
I'm drinking Purple Cows, favorite drink of WKRP in Cincinnati general manager Arthur Carlson, vodka and grape juice. A somewhat silly drink for an engagingly silly character. If there was ever a show that no one here but me would have seen it's that one I suppose, but try to see it. I marathoned my old tapes recently.
I'm listening to Armed Forces by Elvis now.
The Bad Letter arrived in early July, telling me I was out on the street with such a hyper-responsive nervous system that light would have had me screaming within hours or a day or so, if I'd been out on the street. It was just a sort of bureaucratic practical joke, I was told. So I hung in there, with a mixed message that they never send out housing recertification letters, and/or one would be coming soon. One month is "soon"... I'll have to make a note of that.
The Good Letter said in a highly detached way, relax, you're recertified, you're not doomed at least till next June. Now I need to persuade my nervous system to believe the good letter. It has a very firm memory of having seen the bad letter.
I'm drinking Purple Cows, favorite drink of WKRP in Cincinnati general manager Arthur Carlson, vodka and grape juice. A somewhat silly drink for an engagingly silly character. If there was ever a show that no one here but me would have seen it's that one I suppose, but try to see it. I marathoned my old tapes recently.
I'm listening to Armed Forces by Elvis now.