Hump-Day

Yet again sitting here, client no show for an important - insert one here: housing, drug treatment, mental health, legal - intake appointment that took several weeks to coordinate. Every battle must be fought slowly and in circles. Feeling fed up with clients lack of follow through. Fuckers. Gar. And also a sick sense of relief when they don't show cause that means I don't have to work harder... but eventually know that this just creates more work and more coordination. Just remembering all the small battles we've won and that my brain will be buried in the Nevada desert soon enough.

Going to work this morning was rough after walking by the building next door to ours - slapped to a wall was a big poster of this months SPIN magazine featuring my college coworker/friends band. Can't help but feel really proud and a tad jealous of them while floundering around in the tenderloin. They're rock stars on magazine covers, playing on MTV and the like, hanging out with other rock stars. Yup, feeling envy and jealousy but not in a bad negating thier prize sort of way. Who doesn't want to be a rock star themselves!? Oh yeah, fuck em. Going to Burning Man in three days.