Hopefully, Meeting tomorrow. But, it's supposed to be kick-ass cold tomorrow, so, we'll see. Ever since my T.B.I., cold is NOT my friend. At first, only snow was insurmountable. Because of the wheelchair. Now, cold gets me. I hate that. I know it's a typical hindrance to .B.I.'ers; your internal thermometer's all out of whack.
But still,I hate that. It's too hot in my apt.;it's too cold outside to go the 4 blocks to Meeting. STOP WHINING ; just go.
Arguing for my independence with my trust lords has gotten really old, really fast. See, I’m like a poor man’s Brittany Spears: all my money is in a special needs trust, dispensed as need be by my Trustees: Gil Roth and Peter Johnson. Gil, I’ve been friends with since St. John’s. Peter does this for a living, & cuts me a world of always legal and ethical slack. More tomorrow. Nighty-night.
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