No big biker dudes at LLS, just wimpy produce dude and a bunch of old drunks! I did call and talk to him today, and things look a bit better, I think!
Hey, at least you have an actual home! Remember, Munchkin is living in a fucking motel room!
Now to the real groove stuff:
My meds are messing with me...big time! No appetite, losing more weight, dizziness, loss of balance, no strength, and various other ailments I shall just leave to your imagination!
I have a wicked bad cold, which is sapping what little strength I had. And I get to coughing so hard I think I might rebreak the ribs that just got healed up!