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Oh dear god it's the 19th and I am broke and slightly panicking. It'd be so awesome to not have this feeling once a month. Being broke and depressed and freaking out should not be like a menstrual cycle. I mean, that at least serves some slight purpose, right? Er, right? Ish?
What sucks is that I'm behind on work so I can't take on new commissions to pay bills just yet. I hate being behind and I hate how common it is for me. Chronic pain waits for no money! Or... something. I really need my disability increased... not only will it help with bills, but maybe I can afford massage treatments. Even if it's not to help my lower body I can at least get some work for the carpel tunnel, right?
Blergh.
Despite how whiny I sound sometimes on this journal, I promise I'm a fun-loving cheery son-of-a-bitch. Scout's honor. ;)
What sucks is that I'm behind on work so I can't take on new commissions to pay bills just yet. I hate being behind and I hate how common it is for me. Chronic pain waits for no money! Or... something. I really need my disability increased... not only will it help with bills, but maybe I can afford massage treatments. Even if it's not to help my lower body I can at least get some work for the carpel tunnel, right?
Blergh.
Despite how whiny I sound sometimes on this journal, I promise I'm a fun-loving cheery son-of-a-bitch. Scout's honor. ;)