Kind face unhappy at the moment

Yes, I realize many people in Japan are having harder times than I am. Children in some unnamed African country are starving. Some people have pain more severe than my own and physical problems more daunting than my own. And what about the youth in Asia (euthanasia?) But damn it, I don’t feel good, I had a crappy stay at a hotel in Houston last night and my truck is in the shop getting what, is to me, expensive repairs.

It isn’t my intention to go into detail because it would be a lengthy list I’d have to write. I already wrote an e-mail to the Marriott manager in Houston. Plus, who cares? At least the Chevy HHR I rented is roomy and possessed plenty of pep to get me out of H Town after my appointment at the VA. And the physical therapist at the VA was a nice guy who saw me for my appointment even though I was late.

I just don’t think it serves much purpose for me to write when I am in a pissy mood, at least write when I don’t have to and  when I am not getting paid for it. Speaking of which, my total bill at the mechanic would be $1,300. I don’t have $1,300. I don’t even know 1,300 people with a dollar. People must think I am made of money. When I am at the grocery store, people come up to me all the time saying they need gas for their cars and only need a couple  of dollars. Been there, but do I look like a banker? Me, with my 11-year-old Toyota pickup, I guess I am an easy mark. I guess I have a kind face. What kind, I don’t know.