A word on being poor, sick, and punk: it's not a whole lot of fun. Dirk's gotten some dreaded disease (cold/flu hybrid, it seems). I've got a grand total of 2 bucks to last us through Friday, and we're low on food. I might have to figure out how to cook those lentils after all. Does anyone have any good vegetarian lentil recipes to share with me?
I was at my parents' house last night, watching Buffy and scamming all the groceries I could without feeling poor. That's a funny thing: I'm the first to admit to my friends that I'm too damn broke to do anything, but the minute my dad comes out and asks if I've got food at home, I give him a careless smile and assure him that I do. I hate being poor, and I've done everything I can to keep our heads above water.
Sometimes I get so depressed that I just sit, staring off into space while my head fills with figures and static. I'm generally budgeted down to the last dollar and so stressed out that I wake up twice as exhausted in the morning as when I went to bed. Dirk says that it's because I go to sleep so late, but I've been going to sleep late for as long as I can remember. Sometimes I can't stand to talk to anyone, because they all add to my stress. They all contribute to our sorry financial state.
Sometimes I hope I die soon, because all the stress and exhaustion is eating me up.
But all is not funerals and covered casseroles at casa Skatter. Aaron and the Sarge have gone a long way towards cheering me up with their antics. They started fighting sometime last night after I told Aaron it was unspeakably rude to run the vacuum cleaner at 11:30 at night, his cleaning issues aside. As of my last report from Dirk, at 12:30, they were still fighting. Only they know how the fight started, but it escalated due to Aaron's attempts to make the Sarge stop controlling him. His way of stopping this, of course, was to follow the Sarge around, pester her, and then laugh at her when she got mad.
Boy, neither of those two are prizes, are they? The Sarge was threatening to leave last night, but she wasn't today. They'll probably adjourn to have some sex and then they'll make no mention of this incident again, except in little confessions to me and/or Dirk about how upset they still are.
Thanks to the kind auspices of the public library system, I've also been reading a lot, especially taking in a lot of Fae mythology. Emma Bull's War for the Oaks is an incredibly good story. It has a sort of post-modern feel to it, and has the intricate variety of various fae races. Another along the Faery tale line I've read lately is Tamsin, by Peter S. Beagle. He wrote The Last Unicorn, for those who don't know about my fetish.
I just finished reading those two books in the past week, so they've been on my mind.
I could start up some old grievances right now, but I'm not pushing 30, still living with my parents, and prone to shooting off at the mouth about other people's situations when I know dick about them - unlike some I could mention. (Look for the secret message!).
I'm still waiting to hear about streamlining the online sales of the Jello Compilation. Let me know, people. I'm wholly ignorant.
