All I Have Time To Say Is...

I'm not happy.

• funds are tight
• it's raining
• courtdate is looming
• which means TF is gearing
• The Sun got assigned his original Law Guardian (his current Law Guardian has been promoted to family court judge in the big apple. Run for your lives, people. This would make now 4 Law Guardians in the whole thing, except as I said, she was the original GAL. And she didn't feel me. And I don't feel her. I'm extremely stressed about it.
• I'm doing lots of work and I'm not getting paid. Some of it, I volunteer for cuz it interests me, and to be fair I get to work out because of some of it. And some I'm waiting on invoices to be paid but shit. What makes people think I can wait 90 fucking days? It pisses me off.
  
• and I'm still two months behind in the rent.
• I did get Sallie Mae off my ass, though. At least until May 25. Where they can start harassing me again because I still won't have any money.
• can you believe I still have That Toothache. It concerns even me, now.
• human beings are incredibly narrow-minded, timid little sheep. Unless they are militant and crazy. What happened to just living life right? What happened to fairness and upstanding? Part of this little spaghetti strand is that I happened to be on 'Two-Five yesterday when supporters of Sean Bell's family staged a traffic disruption right on Lexington Avenue. It was very peaceful, and quick, and moved over to Third Avenue by the time I got down the block. I stood on the corner of Lex, watching people quietly hand out home made flyers, and wearing very simple shirts that said "I AM SEAN BELL". It made me want to cry all over again. Nothing in the real world has quite affected me like his death. It was just so over the top... and the fact that no one was held accountable astounds me. The police made a point of staying low... the cops directing folk and traffic wore "NYPD COMMUNITY AFFAIRS" shirts, which must have been made specifically for this event; the shirts were all brand spanking new. The bigwig sergeants and brass all stood along the sidelines and kept close watch. For the most part, the true demonstrators (and other small demonstrations in the city) made their point. However, there was a little gathering assembled on the corner ranting and raving the same old black nationalistic crap, which annoyed the shit out of me, so I left.
  

Well, I have deadlines to meet so off I go.

But the lambs are screaming... they haven't had anywhere to go, those voices and they're rattling around again. So much to say... not that anyone really cares.

*sigh*.