I actually got to go a couple of times this summer. I’d like to go at least one more time before it gets too cold. It sucks to be so broke and without energy.
TwiPrime's Life List
1. get over him
2. sleep less
3. buy less
4. organize my junk
5. have a yardsale
6. make more money
7. save money
8. go to the doctor
9. start exercising again
11. stop being lazy
12. set up a home office space
13. be nicer to my boyfriend
14. write fiction
15. construct a puppet
16. go swimming
17. learn to play the accordion
So, I get home from work and he’s still passed out on the couch, but he has apparently gotten up to forage around for food. I find this out gradually. The first sign is that he got confused about where the garbage goes. My laundry hamper full of books and stuff (which came out of the car when I was trying to make it more liveable) has a garbage bag in it, on top of my things. There’s garbage in that, so I take it out and see that he tossed some garbage in before he put the bag in. So there are half-eaten apples and other stuff on some books I was planning to sell on Amazon, some other books I justbought myself, and a folder of training material for my new job. Disgusting.
So, I clean my things up as best I can, my shoes sticking to the floor because he spilled soda earlier and didn’t do a very good job of mopping it up. Then I notice that the spill went dangerously close to my modem and USB cables. I got some of that mopped up. Since I was able to get online and start typing this, I presume no real damage has been done.
One of the things that seems to have sticky brown stuff on it is the lid of my tea pitcher, which is on the counter by the dish drainer, so the spill must have gone there too(?), I figure. This makes me think, shouldn’t that lid and pitcher be in the fridge where I left it? So I look and my tea is gone from the fridge—maybe that’s what he spilled. I see that something was spilled in the fridge too, so I wipe that up and open the vegetable trays to see if anything leaked in there. And I find. Much to my chagrin, I find. Almost an entire half-gallon of ice cream in the vegetable tray. I literally shout when I find this, “MotherFUCKER!!!” Even this doesn’t wake him up. It’s nice and melted and I just toss it in the trash.
Somehow, soda or tea or something got poured into a tupperware bowl of uncooked grits too.
I’m wondering if I should even try to get him to go to bed. I’m afraid he may be sticky from the spill. This is bullshit.
So, I got a job in a hotel—actually, this company will have me working in three hotels. To do this, I had to cut my radio job down from 4 days a week to 2. So, now I drive 60 miles, three days a week, for about 64$ a day before taxes. I’ll still be driving 120 miles a day, two days a week, for about 63$ a day before taxes. It’s still not a huge amount of money, but it’s more than I had before. So, let me see if I can try to sock some away now…