Friday night blog post

It is 6:30 everyone.  Time to do nothing.  I had a little scuffle with the bank this afternoon but no need to drag on about that and I am not even writing about it on the mad blog.  But I was mean to someone on the phone and I do not expect any more trouble, especially after I write a letter to the editors of all the newspapers and say we should go back to the days of gold coins and leather pouches.  And then what will the banks do. Well I know what they won't do which is leave me stranded at CVS trying to buy marshmallow peeps without a working debit card.

way to go gamecocks

   Hi everyone, yesterday I went to a basketball game in NYC where my college team, the University of South Carolina gamecocks, beat the Florida gators and made it to the Final Four for the first time in school history.  For years, it has been rare for us to even qualify for the tournament at all.  This was the first basketball game I have been to since being the mascot in college18 years ago.  That might seem like it is because I am not a real fan but it is really because I had a tough retail work schedule and just couldn't easily schedule ahead enough to buy game tickets.

   I did not cry when we won, but I cried the night before when I thought of all the gamecock fans being in New York City.  The fact is that SC people just don't get to go to New York City that easily, and it is especially tough to get to live here.

   I am expecting to find out any day if I qualify for SSDI insurance payments to help me get through some time not being able to work because of severe mental illness that worsened after abuse at my job and in my life, and it made me emotional to think of all the USC fans here in New York, even though it was to cheer on the basketball players and not me.  But it was a boost to me, too, to be in the stands and feel an extra surge of self esteem that I have always gotten from the special privilege of being a school mascot, which was a blessing that helped me survive and finish school twenty years ago when my illness first wrecked me.
  Now I will soon find out if I get to sit around and play video games, which I haven't done much in life because of working very hard. Once I am on disability, people will not know that I have worked hard, and some people might think it is a scam.  But it is not a scam, and if people knew the endurance and strategy it takes for people with mental illness to get through each day, they would gladly cheer us on, and many would pay anything to see us finish the race someday instead of crumpling into homelessness, debt, and sudden death.

Best Buys

   Well everyone, this week I bought a TV and I am very excited.  I have not had a TV in a long time and now I can play video games with my old gamecube. Super Mario Party is my favorite game. My TV cost 80 dollars and it is perfect.  Sometimes I really nail it with a purchase and this is one of those times.   My coffee maker and vacuum were other times like that too.  My parents were not good at picking out appliances.  They would always accidentally buy the camera that has the five second delay so everyone gets tired of smiling, and my dad actually chose the Amiga computers when Apple was first getting started.  And to bake something in our old oven we always had to calculate a time other than what all the recipes said.  I usually don't talk about my parents when I write or just criticize people but I can't help it this time because I eventually noticed the pattern and I am thankful because I don't have that pattern. I really could do another whole blog just about how great the coffee maker I chose is.
  Some people spend four hundred dollars on a TV and that really confuses me. I think what those people really want is a Holodek from Star Trek and it is not available yet. When it is, I will try to buy one for my parents so they don't buy an off brand Holodek that sends them to Planet Sears.

Grand Central Discombobulation

Well everyone it's time to post another post and I think I should write about getting lost in a mysterious corridor at Grand Central Station the other day.  I mean it was crazy i was walking down this abandoned hallway and I was all by myself and I was like okay how do I get out of here and then I climbed a lot of stairs and found my way to the real Grand Central Station and I knew that from then on the security people were keeping their eye on me because I am sure the cameras were monitoring me when I was lost and sure enough there were some army guys who were right next to the trashcan when I threw a piece of paper away. I know they were watching to see what I was up to and probably wondered if it was just a cover of some sort when I got some ice cream and then when I went and got more ice cream I think that was when they were like okay wait a minute what is going on here.