My hands are so tired from doing so much data entry. I am working again tomorrow to make that overtime mula. I am excited about getting a substantial paycheck during my next few pay periods. I am also a bit bitter that I am having to work so hard to make ends meet; however, I am ready for the challenge. I've been doing it all my life anyway.
It is much easier now that my daughter has a job, and she pays for everything on her own. She buys her own clothes, pays for her own gas, and all her extra curricular activities. That is something that I never had in the past. She doesn't pay rent, and I will never ask her to. I want her to do well in college. If she decides that she wants to move out on her own, well, that is fine...but she knows she doesnt have to. IF she does move out...that will be weird. I have NEVER lived by myself. I have never been responsible for just me. That is new territory.
When that time comes, I might actually be able to buy some new clothes, and do a lot of things for myself that I have never been able to. Weird. What in the hell will I do. What do I want?
I need to answer those questions. Wow. What a gift. And I am still young.
Young, single, and no children to take care of. Weird. Weird. Weird.
Well, I do have 2 dogs and a cat. I guess I am stuck with those...hahaha.
I can't wait to finish school. I hope my hands hold out for another two years.
I need to write that book.
Life is good. I am a little depressed as to be expected. A little lonelier than I expected...and a lot fatter than I want to be, but, everything is okay...definitely.
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The Surgeon General recommends handjobs are supposed to be excellent therapy for data entry injuries.
If I could type. I could be very clever right now.
Hmmm...for some reason, I'm taking the high road on this one.
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