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if I could believe that stuff:
Someone made an Alleluia request for Yuletide. Dar!
Day: total failure, but I probably needed that to be the case; first genuine recharge day in two weeks. I am just mad at self because work has left me too tired to do anything for over a week and today, with prime opportunity to do things, I was too tired to do anything. I may finish the terrible non-commentfic before bedtime, idk, idk.
I am back to hating myself for having no money. Srsly; even if we can pay for Tampa-London plane tickets shortly, we'll then have under 4 months to cobble together money to get by on while we're over there, plus money for a present for Z&M. I am flat-out terrified by how little I can save from paycheck to paycheck. I have spent the entire week hating self for caving and buying a decent lunch last Sunday, although this is partly because my electricity bill is inexplicably $50 more than it should be and that alone is probably going to make me have to put off buying those tickets. I feel like I don't have enough energy to throw myself into finding viable jobs to apply for given that I can't drive (though one reason I gave myself a - very obvious, you can probably guess it - deadline for d. is so that I can try to find a second crappy job once it's over). I have no mobility and no employable skills except being able to recite the US tax code from memory - really my one and only skill, period, is my terrifying memory, and I have no idea how the hell you even sell that in the age of terabytes. I'm essentially fucked until we can move somewhere more civilised and I have no idea how to cope between now and then.
Day: total failure, but I probably needed that to be the case; first genuine recharge day in two weeks. I am just mad at self because work has left me too tired to do anything for over a week and today, with prime opportunity to do things, I was too tired to do anything. I may finish the terrible non-commentfic before bedtime, idk, idk.
I am back to hating myself for having no money. Srsly; even if we can pay for Tampa-London plane tickets shortly, we'll then have under 4 months to cobble together money to get by on while we're over there, plus money for a present for Z&M. I am flat-out terrified by how little I can save from paycheck to paycheck. I have spent the entire week hating self for caving and buying a decent lunch last Sunday, although this is partly because my electricity bill is inexplicably $50 more than it should be and that alone is probably going to make me have to put off buying those tickets. I feel like I don't have enough energy to throw myself into finding viable jobs to apply for given that I can't drive (though one reason I gave myself a - very obvious, you can probably guess it - deadline for d. is so that I can try to find a second crappy job once it's over). I have no mobility and no employable skills except being able to recite the US tax code from memory - really my one and only skill, period, is my terrifying memory, and I have no idea how the hell you even sell that in the age of terabytes. I'm essentially fucked until we can move somewhere more civilised and I have no idea how to cope between now and then.