breakfast = string cheese, cookies, yogurt, naproxen, erythromycin, beer. *urp* may be able to keep computer hooked up here till (tomorrow) morning, maybe not. really tired of this constant highpitched ringing in the ear near the tooth.
not exactly sure where i’m going.
aside from that everything’s peachy.
a while back this stopped being a choice i made and turned into, as my son put it yesterday, “me and daddy are moving to a new house, and you’re moving somewhere else. do you know why?” and i said why and he said “because of this mess!” (pointing at my computer table) “look what you’ve done to this house”.
so yeah, it’s alllllll worth it isn’t it? leaving a situation that *felt* grim, for one that actually, materially, physically *is* grim. dunno, if i did still have a choice, i’d have to go with the life of quiet desperation in a house having luxuries like a phone than the one i’m headed out into right now.
on the plus side, it does make the bit about ‘i’d sooner chew my leg off’ hardly an exaggeration at all.
fuzzy math: in the course of the bitching out this morning he accused me of “spending at least five hundred dollars” on clothes in the past couple months. let’s see – an average $7 at the 99� rack, times maybe 6 times i shopped — hey! that’s why i’m broke! it’s not because he took all my income last month! oh yeah, and this is on “things i don’t wear” (except that they are all i have to wear, my old clothes didn’t fit).
still. what’s worse? living with an idiot in a house, or … not?