Here I am...Day One

It's been a weird day.
I finished my patent searches today. Nothing like my stuff in the world, which is great, but now I have to come up with the money to file for a provisional patent, find a friendly lawyer (HAHAHAHAHA), and start building my prototypes. This is gonna be one helluva ride, I can already tell.
But back to why this was a weird day....
I've been in a good mood all day. I'm NEVER in a good mood all day. Never. Doesn't happen.
I woke up this morning with Rascal in my face, purring his head off. That's great, and cute, and all that, especially since I haven't been able to cuddle with my cat for MONTHS since we became homeless (Bev brought him over last night). I'm sure that had something to do with me being in a good mood, too, but it doesn't explain all of it. I mean, come on-I had no cigarettes, no money at all, not even enough food in the house to make a decent meal for my kids, but I was in a good mood? What the hell is THAT?
LJ's been gone all day, working at the Ho. So at least he'll have some money when he gets home tonight. Maybe that's why I'm in a good mood? I know my kids won't starve tomorrow?
Oh, well.
Anyway, I ALSO woke up in an incredible amount of pain. I usually wake up hurting, but this was horrid! My shoulders hurt like hell, my back wouldn't bend without sending sparks through my head, and my knees felt like they'd been hammered on all night. It took me five hours just to get mobile this morning. I have no idea what's wrong with me, but I do know I won't be able to handle this on my own much longer. If I had health insurance, I'd go to a doctor, but I don't, so I can't. I just keep the pain as my dirty little secret and try not to worry anybody too much. But I really can't keep this up much longer, which is why I'm so desperate to come up with a way to make money at home (or, such as it is, from Billy's apartment, where we're currently staying). I know that my days of being able to get a "normal" job are very quickly coming to a close, so I have to do something.
So, I spent five hours on the couch, petting Rascal and hobbling around trying to chase the kids, with no cigarettes. Very fun, lol. Bev and I ended up going to the Ho to get cigarettes from LJ, but he didn't have any. Sandy yelled at Bev and told her she was banned from the resturaunt because Chris quit his job and still hasn't paid Roy the two hundred bucks he owes him for tabs, so Bev ran back here and ended up getting into a spitting contest with Chris. They argued a while, then finally left, taking Rascal with them. I think they're okay for now, but I suspect that their relationship is even worse off than Bev has told me. I'm being a good girl, though-I refuse to get dragged into the middle of this. They have to work this out, because she's pregnant and already headed toward bed rest. If Chris doesn't listen to her and actually get a job, she's screwed, and so is he. I just don't know if Chris understands how serious their situation really is; I like the boy and all, but he can be damned dense sometimes!
Oh, well. Not my issue. Not gonna tackle it.
After they left, I got the kids fed and bathed and slathered them both in that godawful lotion for their itchyosis, and then ended up soaking in the tub for an hour while the baby took a nap. My back feels better, but my knees still feel like hell, and my shoulders still hurt. I actually dread going to sleep tonight, because I know I'll wake up tomorrow in pain again. This fucking sucks. And I'm now out of Tylenol. Crap.
Hehehe...I just realized I'm writing my own little cheery bitch-fest here, so I'm gonna quit complaining now, lmao.
Ronnie just came over and droppped off a pack of cigarettes for me. Yay! I love old man Ronnie, lol. Not just for the smokes, but because he's just a cool old guy. Every time I see that old coot, I feel like a little kid. Dunno why.
Eh. I guess that's about it for the night. Nicole's traipsing around the kitchen in my heels right now, so I have to go stop her before she falls and kills herself, lol....