This morning I woke up, in a Blues Brothers state of mind. Sometimes, you just have to say, fuck it. It’s Saturday and tomorrow is Easter Sunday. I haven’t been able to go into the city because I’m afraid. I found out that I’m a wanted woman, wanted by a man for something that I said and something that he did. Being cooped up inside all the time like I usually am can drive a person insane. I’ve cut all my hair off, dyed it black, and just stopped caring what people think of me. The Preacher wanted me to come up to his church for service tomorrow, but I just don’t have the energy.
I got home yesterday after spending four days with my sister and nephew. When I got home the sink was full of dirty dishes, the house was a mess, and Skaterboi was next door drinking beer with the landlord and some other people. He hobbled back home saying that his foot was bothering him again. He said it started hurting again that morning and that’s why he hadn’t done the dishes. I asked if they were all from the night before. I knew they weren’t. He said no they weren’t. So he had four days to do the dishes, but he didn’t. I’m not obsessive about having the house spotlessly clean, but dirty dishes sitting in the sink for four days is just too much for me to handle.
I can’t wait to get my little motor home and hit the road.