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Alright, so. I'm officially addicted to eBay. See here's the thing. You can get anything on eBay for more than 50% off the original price (if you're good). Of course, sometimes, with the shipping, it's just worth it to get off my fat lazy ass to go to the store and get whatever small thing I need. But on average, 90% of the time, I can find anything I want, new OR used and buy it for half of what it's worth. Because I'm just that damn good.
Other news: I've become reckless with my money. But I think this is mostly because I have nothing really to spend my money on other than what I want. And it feels good to get a good check every week.
Something funny that happened to me last night: I couldn't sleep. Not just regular restlesness in the sack, with the rolling around. Seriously HARDCORE insomnia type shit. That's never happened to me. I didn't even think I could lay down. I wasn't even all that tired. Just bored. So it's like 5:30 in the morning, and I hear Mini's alarm go off to start making her coffee. Great. Now I have to suffer the "What are you doing up?" look. I also have to face a S-C-A-R-Y morning face. But anyway, she comes out, asked me what was wrong, and then looks at me and says: You're probably just worried about your dad going to Viginia. You're going to miss him." Then she walks away.
Could that be it? Could I have been subliminally axious/worried about my dad going to Virginia alone for two days?
Nah.
Other news: I've become reckless with my money. But I think this is mostly because I have nothing really to spend my money on other than what I want. And it feels good to get a good check every week.
Something funny that happened to me last night: I couldn't sleep. Not just regular restlesness in the sack, with the rolling around. Seriously HARDCORE insomnia type shit. That's never happened to me. I didn't even think I could lay down. I wasn't even all that tired. Just bored. So it's like 5:30 in the morning, and I hear Mini's alarm go off to start making her coffee. Great. Now I have to suffer the "What are you doing up?" look. I also have to face a S-C-A-R-Y morning face. But anyway, she comes out, asked me what was wrong, and then looks at me and says: You're probably just worried about your dad going to Viginia. You're going to miss him." Then she walks away.
Could that be it? Could I have been subliminally axious/worried about my dad going to Virginia alone for two days?
Nah.