Feeling….
… antsy. Hemmed in. Nervous.
About money. Duh. I’m going through money like water, it feels. There was the move in, of course, the new mattress I bought, and general stuff. I moved the day after payday, so it feels like I’m going to run out of money.
I’m not, of course. It’s just me being prudent. Or cowardly. Not sure what. I do have more dental work coming up. And my desktop is REALLY. FUCKING. SLOW. And my laptop dies occasionally. And my credit card balance is WAY higher than I’d like it to be.
I’m not used to this free time that my commute used to take up. And I’m not used to not having mom to talk to. I want to go have a beer, check out the new ‘hood.
It’s First Thursday, and I think the first of the season that the sun’s still up for. I see a line at the ballpark across the street, it must be the Beavers‘ opener. Leaving work there were tons of Pearl District hotties out and about. Really not an inducement to stay home.
Then I think, NO! Save! Conserve! You’re going out tomorrow, anyway
I should go to the gym. But I burned out hardcore on the gym a few weeks ago and I know that it makes sense that I should stick to 2-3 times a week. But the closet door is mirrored and the sight when I get out of bed in the morning. Yowza.
Okay, I’m done whining. What’s good?
I’m smiling. I’ve noticed it the past couple of days, I can definitely feel the corners of my mouth turned up a little bit. When I stopped cutting my hair super short, I noticed that the percentage of women who hurriedly looked away when I made eye contact dropped. Apparently smiling has the same effect.
Well, imagine that.
(this is where you all yell “dumbass” at the computer).
Okay, I’m gonna eat something, and read a little bit. Then I’m going to go downstairs and give the bar I’ve been leeching wifi from some money. Then we’ll see what happens.