Wednesday, May 17, 2017
The air conditioner broke again in a single day. Rather, it was not fixed properly. I just wrote to you about my despondency and nightmares, but it was whining of the most unattractive kind, and so has been deleted. But I am badly broke and haven't a way to remedy that, and therein lies the rub.
It was all fine for awhile, but I was making many mistakes. Some of them were lovely, but some of them are resulting in devastation. Those are the ones that preoccupy me now.
I just keep wondering how other people do it. It is as much a mystery to me now as it always has been. All I can think is that I want too much, but can that really be it?
I will investigate and get back to you. Until then. . . the factory.
Posted by cafe selavy at 10:06 AM