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Things are starting to look up for me. Had I not had health insurance I would be fucked - even if I could have got the operation for free, uninsured Americans are twice as likely as the insured.

During the spring I told my shrink that "I'm doing the best mentally as I have in years". She agreed, but continued to encourage vigilance on my part so as to not lose that precious state of mind.

Then I got paid fifteen grand all in one check, and proceeded to spend the whole thing in just _eight_ days - not eleven as I'd first said. I was in heaps of trouble with my credit union because I'd overdrawn both my accounts by a total of $250 with no clue as to how to cover it. My friend who often lends me money was obviously reluctant to do so this time round, so I didn't even ask.

Back to "Dining At The St. Francis" as I was wont to say when I was a UCSC student, but here it's actually the Portland Rescue Mission, the Blanchet House Of Hospitality and here in Vancouver, the Share House. Happily I have housing, so I was able to get food boxes from the St. Vincent DePaul and FISH.

(A simple line drawing of a fish is an important symbol to Christians.)

I've got a metric fuckton of groceries right now, my only challenge is to find interesting ways to eat rice and beans but I'm generally able to do so. There are six hamhocks and a corned beef in my freezer.

I had a total of three manic episodes during the Summer, but am now back to what I regard as being the best mentally in years.

However, this evening I'm required to demonstrate that fact to my shrink by unclogging my bathroom sink. While I've got a plastic sink trap with plastic nuts, I've been reluctant to remove it because I fear The Scunge that I shall without a doubt find within.

If I show up to Elena's office without having shaved, she'll curse me up in heaps.