Compulsive concussions

Existence is growing odder by the second. Those once considered stable are falling apart and those falling apart are disintegrating. Me? I've lost any semblance of privacy thanks to the new owners of my place. They enter in and out at will. They're making major--I mean MAJOR-- upgrades, though. I appreciate that. 

Still passing out from the concussions and still forgetting minor things, like bringing my wallet to the market. The scab on the top of my skull is healing and the doctor is right, hair is growing up there. Still, I get confused and forget what I say from time to time, to the annoyance of everyone who knows me and have little patience, which means almost everyone. I'm getting restless and want a job in the $120's. Or more, of course. I need new toys and sharp clothes. Guess I better get off my ass and do something about it.