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mortalcityI'm still alive.
Inspection on the house happened, and did not come up with any problems, so we should have a house in twenty days or so.
However, we are dead broke - even withthatrainbow's paycheck this week - so... y'know, eating this week is going to be fun. By which I mean I probably... mostly... won't.
I miiiight be able to get a job at Caroline's work for at least a little while, except hah, it requires a physical and shot records - I could almost definitely get a physical at the free clinic, but I do not have my shot records, and there's no way I can afford a blood test or whatever to confirm I've actually had the required shots. So that probably won't happen after all.
I want to be happy about the house working out. But mostly I'm just feeling stupid and useless and... Having no control over anything in my life, for better or worse, is just really demoralizing. I'm so tired and stressed (and so undercaffeinated oh god), and twenty days just seems like forever when it's standing between me and any sort of privacy (and my coffeemaker).
Inspection on the house happened, and did not come up with any problems, so we should have a house in twenty days or so.
However, we are dead broke - even with
thatrainbow's paycheck this week - so... y'know, eating this week is going to be fun. By which I mean I probably... mostly... won't.I miiiight be able to get a job at Caroline's work for at least a little while, except hah, it requires a physical and shot records - I could almost definitely get a physical at the free clinic, but I do not have my shot records, and there's no way I can afford a blood test or whatever to confirm I've actually had the required shots. So that probably won't happen after all.
I want to be happy about the house working out. But mostly I'm just feeling stupid and useless and... Having no control over anything in my life, for better or worse, is just really demoralizing. I'm so tired and stressed (and so undercaffeinated oh god), and twenty days just seems like forever when it's standing between me and any sort of privacy (and my coffeemaker).
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