I have been pretty depressed lately. Which means I can either sleep for fourteen hours or zero hours, or anywhere in between those extremes, whenever I'm not working. Last night it was zero, but last night was My Friday, so it's whatever.
It's not even 10:00 AM on My Saturday, and I have already
* washed, dried, folded, and stored two loads of laundry
* cleaned the shower, the toilet, and the floor behind the toilet
* walked to the EDR for a disappointing breakfast. They should always have hard-boiled eggs in the cold bar, at least one fresh loaf of bread, mustard, and mayonnaise. Plus salt & pepper. And ideally, hot sauce. That's all I'm sayinggg
* walked to the general store to buy some snacks
* masturbated
* at some point I ate some gummies and they are working right now
* listened to the second-most recent episode of Max & Tina's podcast
One thing I've been thinking about a lot is how all of the reasons my life is so hard right now can be traced back to the extreme poverty. In another few checks I will officially have more money than I've ever had before in my entire life (that reminds me, I need to get that paper check and use Venmo to cash it), which is obviously a great feeling, but I'm also very anxious that I will accidentally get fired and kicked out and be homeless in the middle of the desert (note: I do actually know that if they fire me they will at least drop me off at the Vegas airport) and I need to avoid getting fired and save A Lot More Money.
How much more, exactly? I'm not sure. The thing is, as much as I would kill to be able to move back to my old apartment building in El Cajon sooner than later, it might be smarter to stay here for at least three or four years (possibly even until Trump 2.0 is over?) and continue saving as much money as possible. I mean, heh, obviously living in the middle of the desert isn't exactly an ideal situation, but this place really is worth it just because the cost of living is so low that I actually can save most of my earnings. That will emphatically not be the case when I start paying real-world rent again.
But I am feeling a strong compulsion to make my half of the dorm significantly more comfortable. Which involves a lot of buying things. Like a snack cart to use as a nightstand. And more laundry. And a laundry basket. And a small shelf for all the new towels. And tons of snacks, please, sooner than later. And an extension cord so my charger hub can reach the nightstand. What I'm saying is, there are quite a few things I actually "need" to buy. Like a back-up fan! And back-up work shoes! And more peanut butter!
Also, whenever the nightstand arrives, I might switch beds. (We have a third one because they had to evacuate people after a recent-ish flood, but Ben & I have jokingly agreed that if they ever gave us a permanent third roommate we would have to kill them because there just isn't enough space for more than two people in this room.) I haven't made up my mind yet. I could always try it out for a night and see how I feel then.
So far I have only been using my new Kindle to watch stuff, but I have also downloaded a few books that I could be reading right now . . .
Last night I Googled "where is tory mcphail now" and a recent article says he's gonna be in Florida soon. I'm not stupid enough to think there's a chance that CMR would take me back, but if they did of course I would probably decline if he was still there. Sigh, typing that one sentence made me think about how many people I would kill to have the chance to work with Chunk again. Don't think about it. Distract yourself.
What teevee have I been into lately? Doctor Who, of course! The finale is a few days from now, and my excitement is strong. A few weeks ago I started a B99 re-watch, but after a few episodes of season four I decided to take a break and re-watch Castlevania. Today I might eat two more gummies and watch a movie. We'll see. Speaking of movies, I recently watched Black Widow again. Definitely one of my top MCU faves, despite some problematic elements, such as the fact that I will never forgive them for killing Natasha. I want to see Thunderbolts*, but I can wait until it's on DisneyPlus. I might ask Joey to drive us to either Pahrump or Vegas to see Fantastic Four in a theater?