Another Wenesday at Home doing the usual tedious stuff

It’s unbearable to write anything worth reading if not surrounded by the right atmosphere. I usually submit silly poems at poetry.com through the computer at work. My computer, which I had sent to fix, now has another problem in less than a week from being fixed. The modem doesn’t dial up. I’m sure I’ll have to spend some money on it. I did take it back and according to Isabel it might be due to the fact that I left it on the day of the lightening storm. The last time, same thing, so it appears to be plausibly true. I just spent almost four hundred dollars on a cloth washing machine. I paid fifty dollars on a bounced check in my bank account. I have less than two hundred dollars to my name from here to Tuesday, which is payday. What a gorgeous day it is out there. Too bad that my experience at the Internet, here at the library, wasn’t as productive as I had envisioned. It is full of youth and these youngsters tend to be noisy. I haven’t found a reason for this blog lately. I will have to look into my priorities. It’s been kind of a drag. But whenever it is this way, I don’t worry. I know things can only look up once you’re staring down. I will cook in a little while and later on today, in the evening, I will attend a meeting on a program that seems promising but I have no desire to get involved in. A friend at work, who works for UPS, introduced me to these people. I have nothing to lose; the program teaches you about finances and you get a license to sell insures or I don’t know what. I better start getting serious with these writings. Now I am pushed, as I am when at work, to finish up really quick before my appointment is over. Oh, how I wish that this afternoon was meant for something worth. Good news, though: Eda called back and said that my documents are safe. Yes, my dear Turca, who hadn’t called me, called me after I had called her and hang up without leaving a message. I will probably see her later this week. No doubt I will be going out on Friday or Saturday. But I can’t spend much. Now, just because I put going out and talking to Eda doesn’t mean that I have in mind going out with her. The thing is, friends who happen to be exes function as blockers sometimes in the nightclub hunting scene. I will give Maria a call. She said she’d call but right there as she said it I knew she probably wouldn’t. She likes being pursued after and do nothing at all. Well, she is beautiful and I don’t her often. Three times since I met her. That was almost a month and a week ago.