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I'm not tired. Why am I not tired?
Perhaps because I've four days of work left, and it's making me careless. Like it doesn't matter if I sleep. Or if I do much work. Or if I go.
I worked ten weeks. I make two hundred and fifty a week (fucking taxes). I get reimbursed for mileage, enough so that it makes up for what gas I use that isn't work-related. I started the summer with about seven hundred dollars. So, if I hadn't spent anything, I'd have $3200.
But 1000 of that is going towards tuition.
(2200)
200 for Montreal.
(2000)
300 for the garage.
(1700)
150 for new tv/vcr.
(1550)
350 for fall semester books.
(1200)
And at least 200 in general expenses.
(1000)
Yeah. I'll be fucking rich.
(And I haven't bought a cd in a month, either. I feel deprived. I feel very deprived.)
I need to go to the bank tomorrow. I wish I had my last paycheck and mileage check. I wish money didn't make me so antsy. I hate money, I really do.
Finished cleaning. Four bags of trash total, and bag of things to be sold at a lawn sale. I reorganized everything. I feel very centered now.
But I can't sleep. I'm too high. Massive cleaning gets me high. I finally have order, I am finally lighter, and still I can't relax.
Fuck.
Perhaps because I've four days of work left, and it's making me careless. Like it doesn't matter if I sleep. Or if I do much work. Or if I go.
I worked ten weeks. I make two hundred and fifty a week (fucking taxes). I get reimbursed for mileage, enough so that it makes up for what gas I use that isn't work-related. I started the summer with about seven hundred dollars. So, if I hadn't spent anything, I'd have $3200.
But 1000 of that is going towards tuition.
(2200)
200 for Montreal.
(2000)
300 for the garage.
(1700)
150 for new tv/vcr.
(1550)
350 for fall semester books.
(1200)
And at least 200 in general expenses.
(1000)
Yeah. I'll be fucking rich.
(And I haven't bought a cd in a month, either. I feel deprived. I feel very deprived.)
I need to go to the bank tomorrow. I wish I had my last paycheck and mileage check. I wish money didn't make me so antsy. I hate money, I really do.
Finished cleaning. Four bags of trash total, and bag of things to be sold at a lawn sale. I reorganized everything. I feel very centered now.
But I can't sleep. I'm too high. Massive cleaning gets me high. I finally have order, I am finally lighter, and still I can't relax.
Fuck.