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I just came to the realization that I was better off when I was too crazy to work. In most ways anyway. The biggest downfall is now I am just as broke as I was when I was NOT working, but I work 36 hours a week to be that broke. I don't really have anything to show for all this work except for a car I don't drive because I'm always working. Oh, and I don't drive except in town, and even that's a stretch. If it wasn't for Brewers games (which are paid for with the Christmas check), my car wouldn't hit 50 miles a week. I know, woe is me and shit, but I am just getting really down on myself lately. I thought getting a job would help that, but clearly I'm still susceptible to this shit. Sure, now I bring something to the household table (an actual paycheck), but at 175 pounds, I'm clearly eating whatever is on the table. Oh Christ. I just am so sick of being so broke and fat and cranky, but I am in these stupid habits with food and money. At least I'm not smoking anymore! It'll be 4 weeks tomorrow.
So to save money and keep from eating post-dinner, I am going to bed. I know exercise helps with depression, which is what this is starting to feel like, but I've clearly hit that point where going for a bike ride at 7 p.m. is NOT going to happen. Maybe I'm just tired from last week yet.
So to save money and keep from eating post-dinner, I am going to bed. I know exercise helps with depression, which is what this is starting to feel like, but I've clearly hit that point where going for a bike ride at 7 p.m. is NOT going to happen. Maybe I'm just tired from last week yet.