Wat?

[railenthe]

Let me assure you that I have a damned good explanation for my absence yesterday:  work.  By 2 PM I couldn’t see straight, and by the time I returned home at 5, I just fell onto my bed—thud!  Just like that—and slept until about eight.  By then I’d missed a social occasion, but then again my head was about to explode, and so it was best I remain home, ice on my head and aspirin in my veins.  Straight back to sleep.

 

 

At 2 AM some joker decided to get so high that the fumes from the cannabis wafted up through my heating grate.

 

At 3 AM the fire alarm went off.  And stayed on to about a quarter to six.

 

Well, by then it was time to get ready for work…

 

*TIMESKIP – 3 PM*

 

I don’t make much money.  You know that thing that economists keep going on about?  That ‘poverty line’ thing?

 

 I’m quite a ways below that.

 

Far enough that I get a bit of help with groceries.   So the news in my mailbox wasn’t welcome.   It’s been reduced to $70/month—a $130 reduction, which WAS up by the amount I’m getting from hereon out—until business changes up.

 

That’s about $17/week.

 

Dear State Government:

EITHER RAISE MY PAY OR FIX THIS.  I CAN’T LIVE OFF OF THAT EVEN IF I THROW MY PAYCHECK AT IT—WHICH I DO NOW AND STILL WIND UP SCRAPING THE BOTTOM OF THE BARREL AT TIMES.   AS I HAVE HEARD NOTHING, YOU WILL RECEIVE A PARCEL IN THE POST.  IT IS A LARGE BEAR.  A LARGE, HUNGRY BEAR.  DELAY FURTHER AND THE SECOND BEAR WILL HAVE ME AS A TAG TEAM PARTNER.

 

Looks like I’m going to have to be even cheaper.  …I can’t go back to filler-laden imitation ham and mystery meat, but…

You know what?  I’ll play some Dissidia.  Beating up my friends’ ghosts (and especially the BF’S cheap Squall build) will help me blow off some steam.  Might be on later.  I have to eyeball my pantry and refresh myself on the cooking discipline of high school—but like hell am I going to subsist on hot dogs and stringbeans.  …again.