It is not even 10:30 in the morning and I have already had to perform gorilla warfare tactics to avoid Jen during my laps (she is wandering the building asking for stuff - again!) I have been ducking into stairwells,... deeking into alcoves,.... she just seemed to be everywhere. So I went outside to chill in the gazebo. But when I came back in I had to see the 'meth-head' in a wheelchair higher than a kite rambling to noone incoherently sitting by the front door. I had to take a detour to get by him. There were 4 seniors sitting outside 20 feet away just trying to enjoy this glorious weather we are having but instead they have to watch this strung out meth head.
I am so disheartened with living here.
I need to get out!
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