I've cultivated a very fatalistic philosophy over the years. Everything happens for a reason.
I'm ever so morbidly curious as to what lies in store for me now.
An interesting parallel just occured to me - the cost of replacing my DL-6 is approximately what it would cost to get an Xbox, which I was hoping to purchase some time in the spring.
I'm trying to hold back from saying ridiculous things like "this is what it means to suffer for your art."
I really don't know what I'm going to do. So I'm gonna whine for a little while. Well, not whine per se - more like, I need to lay it all out on the table and assess the damages.
1. I need new glasses before my aching eyes rebel and finallly pop out of my head - $200.
2. I desperately need to see a dentist; I also pretty desperately need to go to a doctor and get some sort of state-of-the-union checkup; I don't have any health insurance.
3. I need to somehow come up with an additional $200 for my upcoming vacation in January; I also need to somehow survive getting on a plane to Florida, and then get on a plane to come back. This vacation was planned (and mostly paid for) by the woman's parents last Christmas, so it's not like I didn't know it was coming.
4. Plus the usual $600/month for bills, rent, etc. Which never used to be a big deal until I started temping at this law firm. I'm somehow working more hours and making less money.
I mean, I don't know what else I can do. To be honest, I'm amazed my body is still in one piece, considering how much I've neglected it over the last 2 years or so. It's not like I can eat any less.
2001, good riddance, almost.