Oh, It Is Saturday

I had no idea what day it is today.  I was thinking it a weekday, most likely Friday.    The lack of sleep has made me tired, the kind of tired that puts you in a zone where you know better than to over exert  yourself.  You go into low gear, mentally and physically.  Things like knowing what day it is, are put on the back burner.  I didn’t realize until I just looked on my computer screen that today is Saturday, the weekend.  If I had known what day it was, I would have slept in.  Instead, when I awoke around 5am, I packed up my things and head to McDonalds as my place to wake up.  I have notice that the homeless living on the streets are not harassed so much on the weekends.  I could have slept another couple hours this morning without harassment.  ugh.

We had another floor show last night – for those who don’t know, I’m talking about the schizophrenics who wander the streets late at night screaming and yelling at their demons. They can prevent you from getting a decent night’s sleep. Some times you can understand a story behind their rantings, other times they growl and groan instead, venting their souls of perpetual anguish.  Why can’t schizophrenics suffer from an overabundance of happiness instead?   Makes me think that mental illness is not so caused by a chemical imbalance but by mistreatment at the hands of others – this mistreatment is what causes the chemical imbalance, of which only more chemicals can correct it.

I skipped taking a shower yesterday.  Being on my computer all day, it’s not like I built up a sweat during the day.   But I must remember to take one today.


About Kevin Barbieux

I have been diagnosed as being chronically homeless. I write about my experiences and opinions of being homeless
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