I'm glad we're on the same wavelength.

A few days ago my kind roommates agreed to keep me here in this million-dollar house, which, while it's not mine, is an okay way to go, even if my name isn't on any lease anywhere. Plus the SSDI doctor who looked at me yesterday seems to realize I'm pretty far gone, so I think he'll be writing a report that is fairly sympathetic to SSDI for me. He seemed to feel my health was such that it would be dangerous for me to go back to work, (of course some of my friends have been saying that for years). So I need to keep up the search for a mansion with a master-bedroom, since I like bathroom privacy so much. The other day a couple of rich Walnut Creek girls flirted with me, giving me hopes I could find a rich sugar mama in this county who wouldn't mind that I'm useless in so many ways.