Living in a Dream

Sometimes I just think too much

I should learn to keep quiet…

One of the symptoms of an approaching nervous breakdown is the belief that one’s work is terribly important.-Bertrand Russell

I still haven’t come up with anything to do as a Project just yet, but ideas are randomly showing up. Though usually it is as 4 am when I’m 1/2 asleep and aware that my brain is pulling shit out of the old files it keeps. Where else can you get monsters, sex slaves, cowboys, Steven King, and movie soundtracks from 4 years ago to make sense.

I don’t argue though. It is too entertaining to argue with. And by the time I fall completely asleep (6 am) I’m woken up by Lyo tossing and turning 5 minutes later. Which would explain the need for gallons of coffee and sugar for most of the day. 😉

And even though I’ve yet to come up with a solid Project I am doing battle again with the government. This time on behalf of my dead father-in-law…or rather his estate (which doesn’t actually exist in the here and now either).

It seems that someone forgot to pass along the message to EAU that there is no money to be had. I’m going to say that Lady Jean is behind this mistake (not to mention she didn’t give EAU our correct address).

The way it was supposed to work is that Dad’s pay would go into an account that we were not to touch until after his death. Then Medicaid through the state was supposed to have first dibs.

The way it worked out instead was- Dad’s pay went into the account then out to the care facility where he stayed as per the instruction of the Senior Services person I finally managed to talk to (since Lady Jean wasn’t talking to me).

So now I am waiting to hear back from EAU. Which means I’ll have to call them this afternoon if I get the chance. I’d like to get this cleared up before Labor Day.

And just for the record-



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