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Time to myself....

Jean-Luc and K tell me I need to make it a point to have some time to myself. This makes sense..it's just never that easy. I was sharing with Jean-Luc via email that it feels like I have to lie to get out of the house by myself. I used the bank yesterday, though every word was true...I really did have to make it to the bank before 4:30...but I also had the chance the night before to just let Paige put the check in the bank for me, and I turned her down saying it would get me out of the house sooner. I might try making a doctor's appointment and not telling her the real time so I can be by myself longer, of course, I'll be in a pickle if she has something she wants to do that day too. I really do need to go though, I have to get my birth control renewed...this week's monthly has been horrid and I've only been off it a month.

I got lucky today. Mother had an eye doctors appointment and so I have the trailor to myself for a little bit. And so I'm blogging!!!

I am so selfishly sad because last night I realized that I can't buy new sneakers. No, I have to pay something on the $300+ electric bill. I'll never be able to pay it all on the next paycheck, and I'll have to save something for gas. I did manage to buy a new shirt last week from the dollar store, and got rid of one of my holey work shirts. I had to get rid of one of my jeans the other weeks too....

have to go...Liston just got home...

Comments

Jean-Luc Picard said…
Don't think of yourself as selfish. When WAS the last time you bought something for yourself?
Ciera said…
does the shirt from the $store and razor blades count?

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