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IT'S 6:20 a.m.

I’m’m simply too agitated to sleep properly.   I’M TOO WELL AWARE of the  ways in which my life is deficient.  Despite all the money I KEEP LAYING OUT.

 

I WENT toMeeting yesterday,   1st time in several weeks, because of weather and what not.  

I’M SIMPLY NOT BEING CARED FOR PROPERLY.  I’m paying all these people, and seeing fuck all in terms of results.  My ‘chair driving arm is falling off.   I had a lousy time at Meeting yesterday, feeling for the first time. That I didn’t belong there.  Weather, and I’ll admit it, laziness, had kept me from attending the past few weeks; yesterday, I. Felt like a stranger there.  Like I should’ve gone to 15th & Cherry.  

If the Meeting is gone for me, there really is no valid reason for me staying in Philadelphia.

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