6/8/24
The company that owns my apartment building said they will illegally evict me. I am waiting. In the meantime, I returned that bed I ordered to Walmart. When evicted, I will order the smallest air conditioner I can for my tent. Maybe I will spray some water repellant on the outside of my tent, too. I certainly will not need a big bed. I was unable to do much today because I did not feel very good. I have a plan for tomorrow. It is my plans that are getting me evicted. We are not free to leave the slum. Crazy, but true. I also missed a last minute apartment-wide meeting to go to a physical therapy appointment. We cannot miss those meetings they say, and since we cannot leave, advanced notice is unnecessary, they think. I do not cancel appointments with my docs if I can help it. If I must, I give advanced notice so they can fill the slot. If I cancel twice without proper advanced notice, I lose my healthcare. That would threaten my life. My property manager simply does not care. People die here. She has a waiting list. She wants us to worry about some government inspection. I am sure they are doing stuff they shouldn’t. They want us to fix the problems in the apartments. I cannot. I need new counters that I cannot install. They painted the counters with paint that flakes off that we must not eat. I need a screen I will not buy. My shower has patches that may be leaking; I am not a plumber. I try to notice if the shower floor is going to fall in. The roaches are bad; I bought Combat roach traps because the pest control seems to feed then. Anything else is up to them. It is pretty hot. The ac must be out. Not my problem. I do not own this place. Thankfully. They were right about Legal Aid, though. It was useless.