Amber's Abode

You've gotta know when NOT to fold em...

There's not much to report right now. 

A few of my friends are somewhere that I can't be due to my dwindling funds.  Still trying to look for sources of income, but at the same time I'm having bouts of fever and no energy. 

Someone is looking at my in need of repair laptop to see if they can use it and how much it's worth.  And, hey, does anyone want a completely unused $100 Amazon gift certificate at a discounted price open to haggling?  Joking.  Well, only half joking.  And I have a perfectly good digital camera that I'm physically unable to really use, and a lot of gently used DVDs.  Anybody?

An old friend and neighbor from another building who moved to another state moved back here and into my old apartment a couple of days ago.  So now I guess that particular door is closed.  Not that I could have gone back.  But considering that this friend was the main one my ex-boyfriend was jealous of for no real reason, the slight irony of it all is entertaining to me.  Hello again, Ryan, and welcome home.

Some of you might find this funny.  I do as well, now.

I played poker for the first time against actual people after my volunteer job at smyrc Wednesday.  Well, most of the time, the cards weren't with me at all.  But at the end of my time in the game, I had pocket kings (two kings) in my hand.  So, did I go all in and take the pot?  Unfortunately not.  I folded. 

Yes, I said I folded.  I don't know why.  I was probably just nervous and therefore hasty.  And I think I was thinking of another game's rules and waiting for a suited pair.  But that's impossible with kings.  I knew my mistake about two seconds too late.  And I will forever now be teased by my good friend and opponent who was helping me hold my cards but not coaching me.  Grin.  I had so much fun playing that I will go back again as long as funds allow.  It's free to play, so I might as well.  I should find poker for dummies.  Laughing.

I got to see the friend that gave me the massage last night also, and show her the difference in my body's ability.  Even she was impressed.  The microphone stand was broken and my headset is somewhere in a box, so I had to hold the microphone like everyone else.  But I can!  And I've been given the gift of another massage sometime next month, which I am very happy about.  I want to see how much ability I can gain from a monthly freeing experience.

Another something funny.  In the rotation of karaoke, the friend that I call bright one was right after me.  Toward the end of the night, she was so "relaxed" and happily distracted by the friend she was with that she couldn't find the microphone I was holding out to her directly.  The KJ just laughed and handed my friend her own microphone, leaving me still holding mine.  I can't move when a microphone is in my driving hand, so I was stuck.  Screw it, I thought.  I will just sing with her.  It wasn't easy, but it was a blast.  "Don't stop believing" by Steve Perry/Journey.  My massage providing friend sometimes puts in Open Arms for me to sing, so she was just smiling when I snuck a look at her.  And sending a silent reminder, it seemed.  Yes, yes I know.  Listen to the words.  As if I could ever stop.

Sigh.  I don't know what I'll do if I have to stop going to that place.  It's become the closest thing to a home I've never really known, strange as that sounds.  Even if the family is more than a little dysfunctional at times.  Smile.

The state surveyors are in the building this week for their annual inspection.  Apparently, they intend to make an example out of the facility, because they are seriously nitpicking.  I have been grilled three times already.  It's really annoying.

I may not have to stay in here for another six months, but now people are pushing me to move into an adult foster home.  Which I do not want to do.  I want my own apartment or space where I can keep my own hours.  If I wanted to live in a room in someone else's house, I would've stayed with my parents.  The only exception to this fear of adult foster care would be if the person running it was my friend.  That way, I can also be sure they will not abuse me.

I suppose I should try and sleep now.  Be well everyone.

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