Brrr.

Yesterday we were supposed to get a delivery of heating oil, but it seems the petroleum company decided to suck every drop of oil out of the furnace instead. My plans for today have changed from "Spend business hours in fruitless attempt to reach bureaucrats by phone" to "Get someplace warm before losing all feeling in toes."

I wonder if the librarians will object too much if I put my feet up on a study table and take a nap...

How sad.

Here I am, 33 years old, (originally typed "30" there 'cos my brain is fried,) disabled and never had a job, trying to get benefits and can't even get the folks doing the disability determination to return my calls, too poor and exhausted to go out and do anything interesting, haven't had a "significant other" in, well, ever...

And I love life. I think life is a magical, wonderful thing and the world is a wonderful, magical place and I can't wait to see what happens next.

I'm hopeless. I'm gonna die an optimist, I just know it.