2006-04-21
Complications (aka another money post).
My exams are done. And I find myself with a complete excess of time.
There are a lot of things I can do,a lot of things I ought to do, and a lot of things I need to do, but not having to do a million things all at once is shocking, and disconcerting. I feel lost and confused, all at once. I don't have a textbook to prop me back into normalacy. Not needing to be three places at once, or any place at once, is frightening.
Yesterday I helped two of my friends clean their apartment. They are also piteously out of money, so our food for the day consisted of tea, with milk and sugar. Conceptions of food as fattening versus thankfully nourishing changes when one has very little money. LOL.
Sonja left today. That is who I will be staying with in Dease. We went out with her last night; thankfully breaking our poverty induced fast.
So, in short, I have about three weeks, and about 800 dollars. To not only pay may's rent, but various bills. I am not nesc. guaranteed any deposits back. That stuff should only come to ~300. But I need money to get shampoo, etc. Stuff that I can't buy up North. Also, I don't want to go with zero money; I'm thinking that if employment is hard to achieve (I've been told it shouldn't be, at all), I want to be able to offer Sonja's family some kind of money.
Complications. Food, from now until then. As a vegetarian, I'm used to living on spinach, tofu, soy milk, fancy protien cereals. I can slum on rice and stuff, but I mean, pasta is slumming for me. Things will change next year.
Meds. I need to purchase my meds in advance until mid-september before I go, as my psych isn't avalible to me in the most normal of times. That's at least 150. Oh, also, my meds have been making my hair thin and change in texture. Wonderful. My breath-taking locks have been reduced to pretty but baby-fine hair. It frightens me horribly. But somehow, I don't think going off my meds and then deserting to a remote northern location is the best idea. But from what I've heard, I may fit into the church better that way.
*The cat says hi. He's crying. Again. I will miss him :(
suzza at 12:41 p.m.