makes Rod a dull boy.
Working lots, extra even, to try and pay down a few bills, only we're behind on a few paydays. And hence I'm behind on a few too many bills.
At home, enough tomatoes and onions and pasta for maybe 2 meals. Maybe. And the meds run out and I owe everyone and their dog money. Which - if paid - I would owe nobody money and so - this forever going without meals, cigarettes, well, it's getting to be a constant annoyance.
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Books, finally I'm done. The last of the books to the bookstore yesterday, I have a rather long list of what I'd read, now to organize it and ... ?? I'll get ChatGPT to organize a virtual library for me. The hall, largely empty of boxes now, the desk and windowsill overflowing with books I have yet to read, I'm back onto Sir Walter Scott's "Letters on Demonology and Witchcraft" - borrowed by the neighbour as she's convinced she's under some sort of Hex.
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And, today off, looking at what to do, what to do, $2 in my pocket, waiting on a payday so I can buy some meat...
I might need to find another job.