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brain is filling up again, not sure where/how to flip the switch to get things to rattle loose. so, typing it is.
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finally dragged the stage skirt in from the car. confirmed my redneck measurements were accurate, and finished length needs to be 16". terrified to make the first cut. The only other thing i've decided is that they need a lidded plastic box for all that black fuzzy fabric. a crumbling cardboard box is just not acceptable.
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nastygram via text from the condo association. two quarters behind (again). that's $288 x 2 + whatever arbitrary fees they're tacking on ($25/qtr?) which makes for a whole lot of money I don't have and would rather spend elsewhere. maybe I'll toss 'em $50 when my paycheck hits on Wednesday? WHY IS THIS SO HARD? spending money is easy, it's paying bills that I can't seem to do well.
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got a wild hair on Sunday that I should start looking for part-time accommodations in NC. like, say, for those WFH weeks when I have events on both weekends. like June 1-8. i'm losing two work days as travel days, but if I had a place to stay that cost less than a hotel, I wouldn't have to burn two vacation days and could work instead.
no clue what a reasonable rate would be. I know I'd need a room to sleep and work in, damn good internet access, access to kitchen/bathroom.
today this morphed into house-sitting gigs, but that seems a bit far-fetched that someone would hire me over a local.
I feel like the end of the year is my target to be outta here.
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I feel ripe for paring down my books. Yes, really. I just need to find a place to take them. the next used book sale at Page 158 isn't for a few months, and I need them to go now. maybe I'll unload them at the market?
Ditto for other crafty things. I know i'd feel lighter if I could be rid of stuff, but I also know that I can't dig too deep or I'll get emotionally attached. but I also know some of those boxes are just hodge-podge crap and need to be looked through lest I lose something irreplaceable.
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hyper-fixated on ND again. still? he's darting off hither and yon, and it's KILLING ME that I can't follow him around like the lovesick puppy that I am. I mentioned TX, and he agreed that it's far more vast than is possible to comprehend, so NOT chasing him around the south was a good call. but...but...
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I need help. I don't know how to ask for help. maybe it's because I feel like I've used up any goodwill anyone has had towards me? or those who could/would/might/maybe help are too busy with their own lives and don't have time for my nonsense?
*~*~*~*~
finally dragged the stage skirt in from the car. confirmed my redneck measurements were accurate, and finished length needs to be 16". terrified to make the first cut. The only other thing i've decided is that they need a lidded plastic box for all that black fuzzy fabric. a crumbling cardboard box is just not acceptable.
*~*~*~*~*
nastygram via text from the condo association. two quarters behind (again). that's $288 x 2 + whatever arbitrary fees they're tacking on ($25/qtr?) which makes for a whole lot of money I don't have and would rather spend elsewhere. maybe I'll toss 'em $50 when my paycheck hits on Wednesday? WHY IS THIS SO HARD? spending money is easy, it's paying bills that I can't seem to do well.
*~*~*~*~*
got a wild hair on Sunday that I should start looking for part-time accommodations in NC. like, say, for those WFH weeks when I have events on both weekends. like June 1-8. i'm losing two work days as travel days, but if I had a place to stay that cost less than a hotel, I wouldn't have to burn two vacation days and could work instead.
no clue what a reasonable rate would be. I know I'd need a room to sleep and work in, damn good internet access, access to kitchen/bathroom.
today this morphed into house-sitting gigs, but that seems a bit far-fetched that someone would hire me over a local.
I feel like the end of the year is my target to be outta here.
*~*~*~*~*
I feel ripe for paring down my books. Yes, really. I just need to find a place to take them. the next used book sale at Page 158 isn't for a few months, and I need them to go now. maybe I'll unload them at the market?
Ditto for other crafty things. I know i'd feel lighter if I could be rid of stuff, but I also know that I can't dig too deep or I'll get emotionally attached. but I also know some of those boxes are just hodge-podge crap and need to be looked through lest I lose something irreplaceable.
*~*~*~*~*~
hyper-fixated on ND again. still? he's darting off hither and yon, and it's KILLING ME that I can't follow him around like the lovesick puppy that I am. I mentioned TX, and he agreed that it's far more vast than is possible to comprehend, so NOT chasing him around the south was a good call. but...but...
*~*~*~*
I need help. I don't know how to ask for help. maybe it's because I feel like I've used up any goodwill anyone has had towards me? or those who could/would/might/maybe help are too busy with their own lives and don't have time for my nonsense?