Runaround
Well, what a difference 24 hours can make. Now I can’t even dream for a second about having a social or romantic life. All I can do now is work, and lots of it.
My dad’s unemployment finally ran out. Now I have to pay not only all of my bills, but now all of the rent an utilities, plus his bills too. Still, this hasn’t been a wake up call for him.
I canceled the TV…he was upset. I’m telling him he needs to get food stamps for himself because without me working overtime, I can’t even afford to feed myself now. It doesn’t seem to be sinking in to him.
I need to figure out when my year at the gym is up and cancel my membership again. I need to figure out how to feed myself on around $1-2 a day. My cats are not going to be able to have wet food anymore, only kibble…and I’m going to need to figure out how to afford their annual vet visits.
I hardly slept last night…I’m just too stressed. I called out sick yesterday, using my last, precious hours. I had no choice. I needed to figure shit out. I hardly ate yesterday because of the stress, and I’m sure today will be no better. I need to figure out how much overtime I can work without dying and without screwing myself with taxes by working too much.
I also need to stop seeing my chiropractor. I’m literally only going to be able to afford to drive to and from work, and make a stop on the way to or from for foodstuffs and for quarters to do laundry.
Seems so silly that a day or two ago I was fretting about my abilities to be in a relationship, and here I am now, honestly worried about putting food in my mouth. Just goes to show again how quickly things change.
Naked 