Notes and sketches of one very weary traveler.

I talk a lot about being homeless, I have been for so long.  Now, I've started school, and it appeared that everything was going to be okay, I just moved into an apartment with a guy who was looking for a roommate...what he failed to mention was that he already owed the landlord over $2000, and he today recieved a three-days-to-pay-or-leave notice.

I feel sick.  I've nowhere left to go, I've no one to turn to. My money has been spent on tution and books--an attempt to make a better life for myself.  Seems it's not to be.  I do not relish the idea of trying to attend school while living in my tiny Geo in the school parking lot and returning to the dumpsters for what food I can find.  I make almost $200 month working, but I don't get paid until November.

I fear I've done something horrible to someone, somewhere, sometime and am unawares, unable to make amends and set my own path right.  Afraid it'll always be like this for me, and I am so very, very very tired of fighting at every turn for every scrap of life beyond mere existance that I can scrape from the universe.  Say I give up. It would be nice to rest a while.