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Apr. 21st, 2020 09:34 pmThe irony of the last 24+ hours is that filing for unemployment was actually the easy part. The hard part was dealing with my aunt who in many ways still thinks I'm 12 and can be reassured with a pat on the head and a "we'll take care of it" without actually telling me how they plan to take care of it beyond, you know, saying so and wishful thinking. Oh the extended multi phone call fight we had over that. I think she may have calmed down, but I also think she's calmed down to the tune of "she's just stressed and acting out it's fine if I keep treating her like she's 12."
When my Mom offers financial help of the kind she usually does, I know she can do it because I know roughly what her life and cost of living and all that amount to and I know she can afford to. The only thing I hear about the store's finances is "is this a reasonable order of supply to make" "can we afford to outlay this" "when can we afford to retire or do we just die" and that is not reassuring.
Anyway. All that aside, I got about three hours of sleep last night despite the drugs, so, yay. And then another hour of sleep between 6 and 7, and then I woke up and tried to fix something and that didn't work and then we decided I didn't need to anyway and then I just went the fuck back to sleep.
And then I woke up and spend a few hours saying "and now I will write words" only to spend the next hour and a half watching gardening videos and looking things up. So on the one hand I am now prepared to garden once I have all the tools and spend a couple weeks clearing everything out. On the other hand, I got maybe a few hundred words down today.
Whatever. I knew it was going to be a write-off as far as writing work went when I woke up after three hours sleep and didn't get back to sleep anyway. Tomorrow! Tomorrow I'll work up a schedule and mostly stick to it except for whatever shopping we end up doing. However since that'll probably be in the morning I'll schedule the afternoon for working, I think. Or the early morning before the boy's up and functional, because at this rate I'm going to bed early.
When my Mom offers financial help of the kind she usually does, I know she can do it because I know roughly what her life and cost of living and all that amount to and I know she can afford to. The only thing I hear about the store's finances is "is this a reasonable order of supply to make" "can we afford to outlay this" "when can we afford to retire or do we just die" and that is not reassuring.
Anyway. All that aside, I got about three hours of sleep last night despite the drugs, so, yay. And then another hour of sleep between 6 and 7, and then I woke up and tried to fix something and that didn't work and then we decided I didn't need to anyway and then I just went the fuck back to sleep.
And then I woke up and spend a few hours saying "and now I will write words" only to spend the next hour and a half watching gardening videos and looking things up. So on the one hand I am now prepared to garden once I have all the tools and spend a couple weeks clearing everything out. On the other hand, I got maybe a few hundred words down today.
Whatever. I knew it was going to be a write-off as far as writing work went when I woke up after three hours sleep and didn't get back to sleep anyway. Tomorrow! Tomorrow I'll work up a schedule and mostly stick to it except for whatever shopping we end up doing. However since that'll probably be in the morning I'll schedule the afternoon for working, I think. Or the early morning before the boy's up and functional, because at this rate I'm going to bed early.