The Adventures and Misadventures of a Neer Do Well Artist Living in Baltimore.

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I am a visual artist and writer living in Baltimore. I don't have any artist friends. Frankly, artists scare me, there so darn flaky. The above picture is either of me or proof that I'm a pretty decent artist. My goal is to be a self sufficient artist, whereas I wouldn't have to do something else in the day in order to eke out an existence. I also like to attend various cultural events around town. I go to plays, the symphony, etc. Also, I have Asperger's Syndrome. I found this out recently and it has explained a heck of a lot as to why I am as I am.

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Thursday, September 27, 2007

I again left out early enough to walk down to the light rail station. I caught the light rail train on time. It looks like I will be on time for work.

I am still feeling uneasy at home wondering what my neighbor might call the landlord to complain about me doing next. Then say that she had told me when she did not. I am literally having panic attacks while at home in a place I ought to feel relaxed at. I do not understand why she did not come to me first before contacting the landlord. Thus making me come across to the landlord as a horrible uncaring jerk of a person when I am not. If anything Im an overly cautious person.

I have lived there for close to a decade without one single complaint until now. Surely, a record like that is in my favour? All I know is that I do not want to get another angry phone call from my landlord claiming that my neighbor had told me several times about her complaint when she did not. I feel so nervous and shaky that Im thinking of going into therapy over this. My legs even feel slightly wobbly when I walk. I do not feel as sure footed as I did before the incident. I just want to know why she went directly to him instead of saying something to me first. The whole thing is just so disconcerting. Is the problem with me or with her? At the very least she could have left a note on my door telling me of her concerns.

Today, I have on blue jeans, Nike MaxAir shoes, and a turqouise tee shirt that has a picture of a pineapple on it.


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