Frustrated

I did make it by the security place to finish applying. The receptionist did find my online application so I didn't have to re-do it after all, hoorah. I answered ninety questions about my self. w00t. I hope I didn't answer the 'this chick is a serial killer' pattern.
So... I did that...after a LONG day at work. Country fried steak: I hatez it. Made about thirty. Made it home and collapsed. My poor sponsor brought me a food processor at work: I was trying to get out the door and I was just awful to her. I did explain I was in a huge hurry and she got a little defensive... gawd I'm awful when I'm so damn frustrated. I just wanted to get the fuck out of there; and I kept finding stuff to do, dishes to wash, goop on the floor to clean up, it was a huge mess but I made it to the security place with just enough time.
Then I took a wrong turn getting out of there and took a tour of UAH. lol. Found my way out, but I wouldn't have known where I was if I hadn't gone that time to buy those computer speakers. Whew. I'd still be driving around trying to get home.
Came home and... answered some e-mail, got a call from Alaska (they want money! bitches)...got a letter saying I make too much for food stamps (250 or so a week? too much? really?) which makes me batshit insane. The only fun things I have in my life are internet and my cell phone, and now I may have to give up the data plan on the cell. *sigh* yeah, well, it was fun while it lasted. I guess food is more important than data plan. I was bilking the system I guess. that extra forty a month...that I spend on the data plan, will now go to... soup and bread.
damnit.
My friend CL#3 has bailed on doing stuff this week but she still wants to go see MILK. New roommate says she needs to get going and clear out "my" room, and finish doing the bathroom (I don't know what she was doing in the bathroom but she says she is going to get it finished). New roommate (I'll call her NR) says she might get off work early enough to go to the dyke bar Sunday to watch the L word and I am invited if she does.I'm not sure I want to go see the L word in a smokey bar but I might go to pay her the deposit and say howdy-do.
Anyhow, I'll be moving on the first I guess. I got some boxes, not that I really need any, I don't have that much shit. Not really... no. and I don't think I realized just how WIDE this end-table is next to this chair... the end table is mine, but will I have room for it in my new room? My new room is smaller than this room. I hope I don't get claustrophobic.
I had leftover (from work) fried chicken (horrible. just nasty, actually) and green beans and mashed potatoes, all disgusting, from my work. Gross. I wish I'd had cereal.
I feel sort of sick after eating that shit now.
Anyhow... yeah. Scrubs is on soon, a reason to turn on the tv. I feel so damned lonely... cool theater girl did email and she said "I'll get back to you about coffee...sounds fun" but that was about it.
nothing exciting.
My feet are cold... and I need to clean out the truck, it's got too much crap in it. Now there is a mixer and a food processor. I'm keeping the processor, mixer goes to the dumpster, as it's fucked.
I need to make a gratitude list: because I'm feeling mighty ungrateful right now. Sad, lonely, tired, cold. GUH!
I just want some excitement! but there is none to be had. I should really be grateful for the calm, cool, collected pace of life right now while I get and stay sober, my body heals, my brain unclouds, and I figure out what the fuck life is about. Actually, I am grateful.
*sigh*
My poor sponsor. I need to make apologies for being so curt today in the parking lot.