Well, being without internet at home sucks. I'm having severe withdrawls. On the plus side, I did get the papers faxed to Child Support Enforcement today so they can go after my ex-husband. On the down side, it will probably take them months to do anything. I had requested in January that they reopen my case. Of course, they didn't. So I'm waiting on that and waiting on money social security is supposed to be sending me. Of course, they can tell me it's at the payment office, just not what's going on or when I might get it. Here I am, broke and hurting and I know there's money owed to me and I can't get my hands on any of it. I've been creating fractal art and posting it on my page, http://12of8.deviantart.com, but of course nobody buys any of my prints. I've been writing some short stories, erotica that is, but it might take a while to see any profits from that. Publishers can be horribly slow sometimes. My comic books aren't selling on eBay. Dad said we could dispose of an old box of Playboys that were in the basement, so I'll post them on Sunday and see if they sell. Some are early 70s, so they might be worth something. I scanned the covers of half of them. I figure I'll post the first 10 and if they sell then do the rest.

This is very nice. It looks like my page views are up. Must be the comic books. :) At least they are doing me some good. None of the ones I had posted on eBay sold. I'm going to post some more tonight and keep my fingers crossed. In the meantime I'm going to strip some old electronics and glean the copper for recycling. I've got a box of non-working parts that I kept just to strip. I know, I'm a horrible pack rat but when you are perpetually broke what else can you do? You save stuff in case things get even worse. My grandma was raised during the great depression. I think I got her genes, thank god. Otherwise I wouldn't make it. I'd be up the creek with no paddle. Of course, I've always been a pack rat. Some years ago, my hero died. this guy kicked my a$$ totally when it came to being a pack rat. He had a store here in town. Ended up he had a stroke and one of his relatives found him on the floor of his house one day. That's when I found out the extent of his pack rattiness. I knew he was bad because he drove what looked like a 1975 gold 4 door Impala. I'm not sure on all this but that's what it looked like to me. Huge boat of a car. And it was FULL. Of what? Well, good question. I know he had lots of papers in there and a 2 X 4, what else I'm not sure but the entire back seat and the passenger's side of the front was full. There was enough room for the guy to get in and drive. That's it. And he owned two houses not far from where my house was. They pulled up 2 of those huge green waste disposal containers and filled them. It was incredible. I'm sure his family just didn't want to go through all that stuff, but I would have loved to dive into it and see what was there. Especially when they cleaned out the store. It was a 2 story building and the upper floor was packed full of stuff. I know there was some old solar panels up there, I could see them through one of the windows. I don't know where it all went because one day it was there and the next day the building was down. I don't know if they bulldozed it then just sent everything to the dump or what. I was in awe of that guy tho. I had a 3 bedroom house with a detached garage. But I didn't even come close to this guy. Now I have nightmares about the stuff I was forced to throw away or leave. Still. It's been almost a year since I had to leave my home. I suppose one day they will stop. Maybe.