Evening 33 It's bad Very bad I converted the currency and realised the online teaching gig I agreed to is barely above a dollar an hour ONE DOLLAR And I criiiied And then attempted to seek comfort in my friend Who as it turns out is not only in debt but also, almost died And was in the hospital last week and didn't tell me I told him to avoid the light, he said avoid the abyss And we both agreed now would be a great time for a meteor to hit The only kind of positive today is my cousin hired me to give lessons to the hyperactive 10 year old and at least she's paying well It's bleak, it's really bleak and I feel like breaking up with Ozzy I don't know I don't want to be a drag He said not to let it get to me I feel like we're way past playing violins on the deck of the Titanic I feel like this is the nose diving part The walls are going up and there's no way I'll ever be able to afford leaving I'll survive, but I'm stuck Or maybe I'm catastrophizing and I can figure this out and pull a business out of my bum There are people teaching swing dancing It can't be that bad if there's swing dancing? |