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Hum di dum
It took me two hours to fall asleep last night. That's... not good. Then I had a dream about a menacing, evil rat/possum that was in league with this pirate's monkey that lived in my building's basement and hated me. I had to chase the possum around my room... at first it was a mouse, and I think I said "aww" and let it go... then it was a rat, and it was trying to bite me, so I caught it and tried to carry it down the stairs. Eventually it became a possum and tried even harder to bite me, then it escaped from the bag I had it in and there were too many people in front of me for me to be able to chase it down the stairs. Then I got downstairs, but it couldn't get outside unless someone opened the door, and I said something like "even the monkey couldn't do it," and the monkey got mad and tried to eat my face or something.
Probably a manifestation of my stress. I'm going to see an apartment today, hopefully. It's pretty cheap, and in a wonderful location. So... I guess we'll see. I'm surprised my bad dreams don't center around me having no credit and no savings or income (at the moment) to speak of. They probably will after today.
Looking for a job is hard. I've found one job that I really want, that I'd keep... and a lot of crap jobs that I don't want, but could stand to work for a year or so in exchange for being able to support myself. And as long as they pay me $10/hr, or I work more than 30 hours a week, I can survive at least until my loans come due. It's doable... I'll live... this won't be fatal. It just won't be pleasant for a while. I can live with that.
I think I inherited all this worrying from my mom...
Probably a manifestation of my stress. I'm going to see an apartment today, hopefully. It's pretty cheap, and in a wonderful location. So... I guess we'll see. I'm surprised my bad dreams don't center around me having no credit and no savings or income (at the moment) to speak of. They probably will after today.
Looking for a job is hard. I've found one job that I really want, that I'd keep... and a lot of crap jobs that I don't want, but could stand to work for a year or so in exchange for being able to support myself. And as long as they pay me $10/hr, or I work more than 30 hours a week, I can survive at least until my loans come due. It's doable... I'll live... this won't be fatal. It just won't be pleasant for a while. I can live with that.
I think I inherited all this worrying from my mom...
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