I was trying to come up with some kind of blog entry today as tomorrow is my four month anniversary here at the Salvation Army shelter, but my mind is in a flurry of needless activity and I can't hold a straight thought for any decent period of time.

I did apply for Social Security today. Big step in the life of every American. I'm going in early because, well, with the bipolar messing up my life for probably a lot longer than originally thought, my chances of having any job more than part-time is slim at best. With my VA disability payment, I should make out okay. If I get a Social Security disability, also, life will be almost rosy.

I can only hope the Tea Party Republicans don't dismantle Social Security in their suicidal attempt to create a government that can run without any taxes. The last thing I want in my waning years is to be a wandering street person begging for sustenance as the US of A slowly implodes.

Posted Chapter 12 of Remembering Tim, leaving only one more chapter until I'm out of previously written stuff and will have to totally create the story from that point forward. I've kind of thought about where the story will go, but am not quite certain how it will get there.

As I said, my brain is fluttering madly as I rapidly rise out of a recent bout of severe depression, so you'll have to excuse the bleakness of this entry.