14,400 Days Alive
1,860 Days Straight on Duolingo
25 Days Till Christmas
21 Days Till Yule
I am super fucking broke.
Like, slightly in the negative right now, until I get paid on Friday.
I feel like a failure. I can’t afford groceries. Due to the leaky tire I have, Spock’s insulin, and my meds, my savings are fucking gone.
I have a back-stock of yarn I’m slowly working through, making things to sell. I know I won’t be selling anything till next year. And I’m frustrated that I still haven’t been able to send Grandma’s cardigan and Mama R.’s blanket to them. I’m hoping I can Friday, when I get paid. I
just have to keep going.
Fourteen thousand, four hundred days alive. I’ve made it this far. It’s just a temporary issue, not a permanent problem. But gods is it hard not to give up on days like this.
Take your meds, folks.
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