Things move on

So while I am depressed and upset that i didn't get that place, I am thankful that I have the ability and the resources to get myself out of tent city someday and have a real place to live. My education and job skill set is far superior than most of the residence of tent city. I sometimes feel for them, as we sit around the table at night. I mean, the worse thing that is holding me back is my eviction, so I'm glad there's no felonies, sorry kevin, against me or that I have a job that is paying me pretty well, and has let me turn a part time job, into a full time one, even got 7.6 hour OT last week, so for now things are ok. I am tired of being wet. I can deal with being cold, the wind, just not being wet, with no way to dry out and get warm. It suck when everythimg gets damp, not really wet, but far from dry. There's a chill you just can't shake. I miss my dog BooDah alot, and hopefully he'll get to move up soon, cause I need him here, cause its too depressing a winter to be without him, come on now, he is a service dog.
Sorry to disappoint everyone with such a mild rant on Saturday. I just didn't have the energy to properly vent my anger, and now the moments passed. I've moved on, and hopefully this new place I'm calling on today will turn out.