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So, I'm angsting.
I'm angsting because I'm suddenly being taxed at over 30% of my salary and I don't know why.
I'm angsting because rent (four hundred and fifty pounds) is due on the first, and I now have two hundred pounds in my account and fifteen in my purse -- AFTER being paid today. And Justin would normally say, eh, pay what you can when you can, and he basically is doing that now, but he's about to start a new job and he's just spent a lot of money on this nanoflirt project of his, and basically, he's tight up too.
I'm angsting because I'm feeling like a complete hypocrite on the environmental front because of this (http://environment.guardian.co.uk/climatechange/story/0,,1877388,00.html) horrifically depressing article that I first read yesterday. The short version, for those who don't want to slog through the article, is that one flight between New York and London is the equivalent of the total yearly carbon emissions each person would be allowed if we were on track to meet the minimum scientifically agreed standards for avoiding complete climate meltdown in the next ten years... and I am about to fly from London to Vancouver (three hours longer) AND BACK.
I take at least one long-haul flight per year. Not counting the short-haul ones.
So where do I get off mentally flipping the bird to car-bound commuters and considering myself all eco-er than thou in my buses?
I'm angsting because Julia is in town next week and I really want to see her but I really don't want to go out and spend money.
I'm angsting about my holiday next year for godsake, because I'll have four weeks, but Night says I probably can't take them all together because I'll be in a position of responsibility, so probably it'll be two and two, and I'll want to go to Turkey, and I WON'T want to travel by plane, so that's four days shot on the bus there and back. If the holiday has to be split up into two, make that eight days of my twenty used to get there and back.
And all this is sort of heading headlong to my Traditional Source of Angst, namely, normal life in a normal country frequently sucks and I want out ASAP. But I don't know if I want out back into hardcore academic student life; out into the Foreign Service; out into training as a teacher or lawyer; or OUT OUT OUT of it all, back to Turkey and TEFLing. I just don't know.
And all the angsts are just balling themselves up into a big evil angst ball. I'll be better tomorrow.
Ack! I want to get a haircut tomorrow! But I don't want to spend the money! ANGST ANGST ANGST.
This is ridiculous. I must go make soup now.
I'm angsting because I'm suddenly being taxed at over 30% of my salary and I don't know why.
I'm angsting because rent (four hundred and fifty pounds) is due on the first, and I now have two hundred pounds in my account and fifteen in my purse -- AFTER being paid today. And Justin would normally say, eh, pay what you can when you can, and he basically is doing that now, but he's about to start a new job and he's just spent a lot of money on this nanoflirt project of his, and basically, he's tight up too.
I'm angsting because I'm feeling like a complete hypocrite on the environmental front because of this (http://environment.guardian.co.uk/climatechange/story/0,,1877388,00.html) horrifically depressing article that I first read yesterday. The short version, for those who don't want to slog through the article, is that one flight between New York and London is the equivalent of the total yearly carbon emissions each person would be allowed if we were on track to meet the minimum scientifically agreed standards for avoiding complete climate meltdown in the next ten years... and I am about to fly from London to Vancouver (three hours longer) AND BACK.
I take at least one long-haul flight per year. Not counting the short-haul ones.
So where do I get off mentally flipping the bird to car-bound commuters and considering myself all eco-er than thou in my buses?
I'm angsting because Julia is in town next week and I really want to see her but I really don't want to go out and spend money.
I'm angsting about my holiday next year for godsake, because I'll have four weeks, but Night says I probably can't take them all together because I'll be in a position of responsibility, so probably it'll be two and two, and I'll want to go to Turkey, and I WON'T want to travel by plane, so that's four days shot on the bus there and back. If the holiday has to be split up into two, make that eight days of my twenty used to get there and back.
And all this is sort of heading headlong to my Traditional Source of Angst, namely, normal life in a normal country frequently sucks and I want out ASAP. But I don't know if I want out back into hardcore academic student life; out into the Foreign Service; out into training as a teacher or lawyer; or OUT OUT OUT of it all, back to Turkey and TEFLing. I just don't know.
And all the angsts are just balling themselves up into a big evil angst ball. I'll be better tomorrow.
Ack! I want to get a haircut tomorrow! But I don't want to spend the money! ANGST ANGST ANGST.
This is ridiculous. I must go make soup now.