I’m going to leave the apartment today. you may or may not remember, but i make it a point of NOT leaving because I have no money to spare. And not in a whiney, “i make a lot of money but I complain about not having money” way. No no, when I say i don’t have a cent to spare, I DON’T have a cent to spare. If you can’t wrap your head around THAT, that is one problem that for once isn’t mine. Because on the real, not a cent to spare. Where was I before I went all poor tirade on the world?
Oh, so if I leave the apartment, there are all these temptations. If I go to free wifi, I HAVE to buy a coffee or tea because I want to support free wifi, and the establishment I choose to pop in(yay BCup!) – so there’s a starting point of at least 3-5 bucks. If I’m there for more than 3 hours, I’ll have to eat bringing that total up to about 12 bucks (it’s a good sandwich, though). That 12 bucks could be taking the place of milk, cereal, egg whites, and microwave pot stickers from Trader Joe’s. Thus, I stay home.
But today, oh today! I woke up to the construction. They’ve taken it to new and exciting levels of annoyance. When it’s the sound that wakes you up, it’s not a good set up for the day. And this sound… it’s a constant frrrrruummm! frrrrrruuuuumm! over and over and over again. I know they’re chipping stone off of stone. This orchestra of ear rape is set to the backdrop of some sort of buzzsaw or drill that is CONSTANT. So my friends, it looks like I will be leaving the apartment today to preserve what is left of my waning sanity. I hope it starts pouring and that construction site becomes a soupy muddy sandy mess.
