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It's been almost a year since I updated this thing, so here's some notes on my life:
- Currently, I'm still living in the apartment in Bed-Stuy, but my roommate Meghan moved out in the beginning of August, and I'm officially on a one-bedroom lease (uh, spoken lease) for this place starting September 1st. Really exciting! I've never been good with roommates. I always prefer to have my own space, so in a lot of ways, this is a dream come true. The apartment has a lot of flaws and needs repairs, so I'm going to step up and try to fix them now that it's sort of mine, but the kind of money I'd be saving not having to pay fees for moving and rental fees and putting down a new deposit on a new place is worth it.
- That having been said, I had to pay the full rent for a month because my old roommate couldn't fucking find anyone, and neither could I, so I'm super fucking broke! That was almost my entire savings, which is just another lovely reminder how fast money goes when you're not working.
- I am working, but I'm working a couple days a week at Caroline's brother's restaurant for cash under the table just to keep afloat. I need to get into a job that has health insurance and a steady paycheck, because right now I'm taking home maybe $170 a week, and honestly, my body doesn't want to let me do eight hour shifts on my feet anymore. I'm non-functional the next day. So this is me putting out into the universe that I'm trying to push my brain in the right direction. At least trying to have discipline when it comes to writing my own things, since that's really what I need to be doing and can't seem to bust out.
- I ripped off my toenail two weeks ago moving furniture with Nadine. It's still partially attached, so I've been watching it turn purple slowly as I limp around. Hopefully it'll fall off, soon.
- Dad is good, though his health is precarious. Mom is doing fantastically, though she's as difficult for me to stomach as ever, sometimes. I wish I could visit California again soon, too, even though I was just there in June. I'm afraid that something is going to go wrong with my father's medications or he'll have a bad reaction to something and he'll be alone, in his house, and there won't be anything anyone can do to help him in time.
- I'm kind of stressed and depressed, natch. I have zero patience for stupidity lately. I'm really on edge. Tomorrow, I'm planning to go to the Cloisters with Nikki and Kati, read poetry and have a picnic and dress up like witches (because we're adults?), but as usual, those respites tend to be very ephemeral, and the good feelings just don't stick around.