Rob-world

But, I’m snot-filled, from allergies but in pretty good spirits. TV’S NOT working right, so I amused myself by renting ROOM, a movie based on a novel by an Irish writer fiend of mine, Emma Donoghue. It was really pretty good. Made me want to read the book. My tv remote needs batteries, but I kind of like eschewing the idiot box in favor of writing and contemplation.

So, I’m back to test driving Sierra, but still having password troubles: it won’t recognize my recorded ones. My biggest noticeable problem is, it won’t let me look at porn sites. I’m hoping that installing the next update will help me with all this. I missed the porn a lot the first few days; now, not so much.

I was test-driving a Beta version of it, but it kept asking for passwords then not acknowledging the one’s I’d recorded as the correct ones, so I gave it up for now. PLUS, I’d configured the set up so I couldn’t watch porn, and oh, no, no, no.

So I didn’t go to Meeting. Which is a shame really, because I need it. A part of my brain injury is this crippling depression. Meeting helps me feel less alone; which could only have helped, today. But, I guess God thought otherwise. Hence the rain. Butch doesn’t seem to care about my well-being anymore. His convenience is all that’s paramount to him. He won’t let me grocery shop anymore; which sounds like a little thing, I know, but is HUGE in my personal governing. He’s also continually frustrated by the slowness and permeable nature of my t.b.i. recovery. Yeah, & I’m NOT????? I also see nothing being done to re-activate my sense of personal or professional value. Which isn’t up to Butch, but I’m just saying. It’s probably not fair, but I thought, when Gil came on board as a Trustee, my attempts at re-capturing my life as a writer would be full tilt ahead. But I’m being ungrateful, & that’s flat-out wrong. I also have the impression that it’s primarily because of him, I’ve be...