Had EZ-E's job meeting.

The government thinks of everything (I wish this were true in some respects) -- the toilet had Cyalume Sticks taped to the walls in case of power outage. I can't walk in the dark (unless I'm asleep, when I can presumably use some other system of vision), so this would definitely be useful to me. Last night I was working away at the computer until it was dark in here -- and my keyboard is black, so I can't see the symbols at all. Too bad I hadn't lifted a stick. I'd never do that -- but I have to admit it would be handy. Of course, I could just turn on the damn lights before it gets dark.

E's been sent to work full-time with the Downstairs people, who are amazingly nice. E is very happy about it. Not that upstairs wasn't nice, too, but they had no work for her, so their allowance for her Down's Syndrome-ness was small. They didn't need her, so she was just a source of trouble, I'd reckon. And I think that E not having enough work, and having to go from agency to agency, just made it more likely that she'd get into trouble. Now she'll be all day Downstairs, and I told her to follow the rules and keep out of trouble or I'd kick her butt. She takes me saying things like that better than I would take my big sister saying that.

At the meeting it turned out that the Independant Living expert had tried to get in touch with E for 3 months -- calls, messages, notes taped to the door, etc. She hadn't told ME, or the case worker. I'm sure E just threw the incriminating evidence away, as she thinks she doesn't need any help. However, I've been waiting for this impatiently, as I have to take up the slack when it comes to shopping, etc., and the help that I've been providing should be provided by someone else. I accidentally said to E, "What if I were dead?" She got pissed off and told me I wasn't dead. She doesn't want me to be dead, either, no matter how much I wish I were. So that's too bad.

After the (long) meeting I took her to dinner at Brewery City pizza, and we were going to split a piece of cheesecake for desert. After we ordered the server came over and said they were Out, and the other two choices were something I don't like and don't remember, and chocolate cake, which I didn't want. I'd opened the floodgates, however, so it would've been hard to close them. We split the chocolate cake and I was so slow eating mine that the server took it away -- I guess if it'd been sitting there I'd've eaten it, but I didn't want it. Went home and tossed and turned all night. Today I feel rotten. Why?