This morning, all I wanted to do was get a damn pedicure. My feet were in majorly dire straits and it just had to happen. So I went to the nail place, dealt with the Vietnamese people who are almost positively talking to each other about me while they work, and then was ready to get the hell out of there. (I got my toes done hot pink with gold sparkles, by the way). But no. They did not accept checks. Finally they agreed to take my check (and my i.d.) to somewhere else and run it through some machine. That took like ten minutes, and then they said that it didn't work because it was out-of-state. (Keep in mind that all of this is being related in tragically broken English which I can barely understand, and that the man I was dealing with had four hairs growing out of his giant mole, each one at least five inches long, seriously). I tried to get him to take my phone number so he could call me if the check didn't go through, and charge me an extra fee. He said no. I asked him if he could run a credit card with just the numbers, not with the actual card (my card got stolen, remember?). He said no. Finally I realized that I would have to go to one of those cash-advance places, write a check to myself, and cash it. He took my phone for collateral. At the check cashing place, they made me give a thumb print (twice), as well as two in-state references, and fill out like four forms before they gave me my fucking money (they took 9.9% of the transaction, of course). Then I finally made my way back to the fucking nail place and paid them. The whole thing took THREE FUCKING HOURS!!!! What a bunch of fucking assholes!!!!
After that I went back to the main treatment center and got a very wonderful surprise! Two packages from Alexa! She sent over a post card, some stationery illustrated by Andy Warhol, some pop rocks and chocolate covered berries (my favorite candy!), some "Keep Calm and Carry On" tissues, the new Bust magazine with Liz and Agent Ribbons in it, some Ganglians clippings, a Midtown Monthly, and an amazing little book she put together of a bunch of ridiculous things for me to draw ("the contents of a gnome's pocket", "self-portrait as an R&B star") and instructions to draw all of the listed items, then to write my own prompts on the back of the pages, send it back, and then she would do my suggestions and send it back to me! The whole bundle made me soooo so happy! It totally made an otherwise pretty crappy day so wonderful!
After opening my prizes, it was time to go to TLLLC (remember? the higher level I was telling you about? I'm going Wednesday afternoons). We were doing some charity work, and went to give toys to a bunch of disabled children who live in a "home". Frankly, I was terrified. I know it's so horrible, but I am afraid of the disabled. It is so horrible of me, I know! But I was like shaking and sweating and feeling like I was going to cry the whole time. I did a good job hiding it, though. I just waited until we got back, cried a tiny bit while compulsively washing my hands (one of the children licked my hand!). Then I took a pill and I was alright. I feel like a very bad person.
Went to get bubble tea and My Favorite Schizophrenic came along. He wanted to speak Japanese with the people who work there. Unfortunately, My Favorite Schizophrenic does not know Japanese. He spoke with them totally in gibberish. However, afterwards, he was very happy and remarked on what a nice conversation it had been. So I'm happy for him!
On the schizophrenic tip, my second favorite schizophrenic, the giant guido, confessed to having a crush on me. He is a highly paranoid, middle aged man who weighs like 400 pounds. I said "thank you!" and we left it at that. Oh lord.
TLLC had cooking group, we did it at "my" house. It was nice getting to talk to some new people, we made digorno pizzas, whatever. It was pleasant.
Then back to the main treatment center. There are TWO new girls! One of them is a bi-polar jock, and the other is pretty. The pretty one worries me, because it will cause drama, period. When I asked my room mate what she thought of her, she said "She's OK, but she's not as pretty as me." and she cited some other sources who agreed that the pretty new girl was not, indeed, as pretty as my room mate. See how this is already happening? See what I have to live with?

One month officially down. Hopefully only two more to go.