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Today's fun (technically yesterdays) consisted of spending my last penny. On food of all things, lol.
Humans should have evolved to run on one meal a day by now, sheesh. You know, like ancient vampires, the older they get, the less they need to sustain themselves. Or Alligators. Or Pythons. You know what I mean.
So I come home with the groceries and realize I forgot to buy a Coke (my one addiction). Nice. In the mean time, some of the LHS gals are getting together again at Boston's for drinks and I'm having a little pity party because I didn't get a personal invite. Well, DUH! Did you SEE the pictures from the actual reunion and after party at SB's last weekend? They must think I'm a complete circus freak!
So I kept posting dumb Status updates on FB essentially whining about it all. When I snapped out of that ridiculousness I ended up deleting 90% of what I posted all day. Duh, Laurie. Just...duh.
I did get a 'Hey, go with me' from TS but I don't know if it's because I was yammering on about how oh-so-lonely I was going to be all night doing nothing at home with my cats.
Then I check my bank balance to see just how much of said Coke I can wander back over to the store & buy, and it tells me I'm overdrawn almost $5! GASP!
Lovely. Fate has again reminded me of my station in life.
I walk back over and cover the $5 with the last $7 on the card for the child support and come home.
Again...I forgot the Coke. Dammit.
I'm getting a decent caffeine withdrawal headache by now.
So I have dinner, then mosey on down to the Coke machine in the laundry room.
You guessed it. Out of Coke. It only tells me this AFTER I put my $ in, so I figure, fine, I'll get a Dr. Pepper. A Diet Dr. Pepper comes out.
I had a few nasty sips and put the rest in the fridge.
As I sit here now, I have $1.60. It's a toss up if I get BBQ sauce tomorrow or the desired Coke. I got some chicken shish kabobs & a few beef ribs from the mark-down area and thought I had enough BBQ sauce to cook with. I had like a tablespoon. Whoops.

I know I've said this before, but it kinda annoys me when people try and commiserate with me about their financial problems and I know that 'broke' to them means something much different than 'broke' to me. Like to me it literally means I have nothing but CHANGE in my bank account, pennies in my wallet and nothing worth selling or pawning at all. I don't have a credit card, it's just a bank debit card. Don't have a car. My computer and TV are both older and I bought them from a rent-to-own place so they can't be pawned.

Oh, and if you say; Well how can you afford cable TV and internet?
That's another blog. First, read the list of my brain damage (mental illnesses) then you try & be stuck in my head with all that stuff going on and no outlet or distractions. I have cut them down to the bare minimums tho, and am still looking into a new company who offers an even lower price.

Now Cajun is 18, this is her last month of child support. So I'll probably end up losing the cable/internet anyway. Would that make you happy?

Se how crabby no Coke makes me?
I still have that headache. :(

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