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She's taking a nap until seven, then we'll go out to Noodles for a small celebratory dinner, where she's gonna get chicken with her pesto, because it's her birthday, dammit. I'm thinking of little free things I can do for her in lieu of a present, since we're still fairly precariously perched, money-wise.
I'm doing my little part to fix that situation by giving up my debit card and going on a $20 a week allowance for small items like snacks and lunches. There's a possibility that I might even budget cigarettes into that, but I'm not sure how much of my weak-ass willpower I want to rely on all at once.
The apartment is a wreck, and I've been too sick to do any cleaning lately. We'd all feel better, I think, if the place were tidier. Should probably get on that.
There's an opening in Blythe's department for a data-entry hamster. I've got part of a cover letter open in another window. It's not very good in its current state. Tweaking cover letters is easily the worst part of the job-hunting process: they always feel so insincere.Current Mood:  discontent Current Music: Arab Strap - Who Named the Days? |
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