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This is the first trip in a long time where I've been this stressed out, before the trip. I'm twitchy, jittery, and every time some aspect of the trip comes up-- snacks, packing, presents-- I'm put on edge.
And I'm pretty sure it's because I'm broke as hell. I am, in fact, so shit poor that I have to wait until I know that I'll have my check, before I can even make the attempt to drive up north, before I'll even have the money to put gas in the car. I can't buy presents for anyone, not even my newborn niece, and people keep asking me what I want.
Thank you kindly, but what I want is a million fucking dollars, or at least the recognition of my knowledge and abilities to be so wide-spread as to be able to trade on them for work and monetary gain. So, in effect, the only thing I want for the Holidays is for you to keep telling people how awesome I am, and mean it.
Fuck. I thought the passing of the Solstice was supposed to mark Brighter.
I need to go to work. I'm hoping that I can drag myself out of this, or that the day will pleasantly surprise me, somehow.
And I'm pretty sure it's because I'm broke as hell. I am, in fact, so shit poor that I have to wait until I know that I'll have my check, before I can even make the attempt to drive up north, before I'll even have the money to put gas in the car. I can't buy presents for anyone, not even my newborn niece, and people keep asking me what I want.
Thank you kindly, but what I want is a million fucking dollars, or at least the recognition of my knowledge and abilities to be so wide-spread as to be able to trade on them for work and monetary gain. So, in effect, the only thing I want for the Holidays is for you to keep telling people how awesome I am, and mean it.
Fuck. I thought the passing of the Solstice was supposed to mark Brighter.
I need to go to work. I'm hoping that I can drag myself out of this, or that the day will pleasantly surprise me, somehow.
