bleh

Yesterday I got a call from Capital One informing me I was two days late, and asking if everything was ok. Yes, you fuck, everything is fine, I just forgot to pay you the 70 dollars. The woman on the phone would not shut up, but I raised my voice to break through to correct her when she said, "let me document-tate my records." I said, "It's document." She politely apologized. I'm such a dick. It's probably somebody making minimum wage in a soul-deadening call-center somewhere in the upper-baboon asshole of Florida.

Dropped down to 1mg of Klonopin last night from 1.5. Sick of being on addictive psych "medication". Feeling the usual rebound anxiety. Some left over wine helps.

Something must change in regards to the current situation. Transportation and a job are the normal choices. I miss New York too.