Friday, March 9, 1984

I went to the ADC office to renew my food stamps, and I will receive them until July, if nothing in my life changes. I told the caseworker that if something did change, and if it was a cash transaction, that I couldn't afford to declare it. She said she knew we were being forced to "cheat, lie and steal" to survive. She said many people come in and tell her that they have been living and eating with friends, when she knows it couldn't possibly be true, that they're living out of their car or whatever, and maybe even selling the food stamps. Good luck, Uncle Sam, trying to tax us on our 'under the counter' wages or whatever, because without them, everyone on assistance would be on the streets literally.

I rummaged in some garbage and found some boxes. White trash! If I only had a trailer.

My male dog has taken to barking at the air in the house. It's like he knows something and I'm not privy to it. Have mice climbed to the attic?

I've completed seven more resumes and covering letters. I'll post them tomorrow.