Must..not...write...downer...post...
I have a job. For three weeks. My bank accounts bows in adulation. He was pretty sure we were on a one-way scenic tour up shit's creek and credit card debt.
But (wa-waa!) said job does involve a nearly two-hour commute. I can and will use public transportation for part of that, but that's a long ass time hustling around. And my first attempts at scoring an apartment near civilization were thrwarted. I suppose I should be grateful however. Puts off the inevitable decision of "where do I want to be" and puts the focus back on "what radio station can I pick up from the deck while I'm playing bags?".
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nothing wrong with a job - no matter what, it usually gives me some delicious affirmation that I'm worth something, quite literally, to someone. Cheers from supposed civilization.
Yeah, literal affirmation is a good thing. For some reason they won't let me buy beer with my own personal abstract affirmation of worthiness (though I've tried!).
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