“If my life wasn’t funny it would just be true, and that is unacceptable.”
-Fisher
According to Ms. Fisher: my life has been piss-your-pants hi-fucking-larious, for the whole of February. A lot of things were terrible, a lot of things maybe not-so-much, but still super uncomfortable. And a shit ton of changes from all of it, has whooped my ass so hard that by Sunday — still very much not yet done with my ass-kicking– I woke up and puked my guts out for no apparent reason, save emotional overload.
…I know this, as I had no rhyme or reason for said puking. And for the first time in my life, I actually felt better after doing it. Enough directly after, to undergo a four-hour callback, in fact.
Just this month alone there have been three family illness (two of which were hospitalized, one a beginning cancer treatment), Mom got downsized (along with 40 other people in the administration) at work, Harriet started making even stranger noises and neglecting to work above 40mph, I found an over $8,000 fraud charge on my credit report, and this weekend took the absolute cake with over four hours in new car haggling, insurance shopping and fighting, dead cell phone repurchase needs, and last night…the last of this fucked-up past 28 days: a rent raise notice spiking me $60 more per month.
What-the-actual-fuck you guys?!
New car payments. New insurance payments. New phone payments. New house payments. And what’s even happening with my credit?
…I need to win the goddamn lotto just to financially survive at this point.
…I literally haven’t had time to even look at my taxes yet, so who the hell even knows what might come from that mess…as I am swimming in place the hardest I can, hoping to stay solvent afloat until…I dunno when.
When will it be safe?! I can’t even freaking tell!!
My little blips of oxygen come in the form of:
*Little-Man Cuz, is back home again
* Aunt L is killin’ it at Chemo
* Ma’s severance and unemployment somehow actually cover her bills for a few months, as she looks for what’s next
* I have a dependable car to get to work and rehearsal
* I have a cellphone that can accept a charge.
* I said “No,” and held my ground, for hours and hours without a damn twitch, in that dealership and with my insurance
* I’m in a show with the capacity to throw all my angst channeling
* I might just get into that other one, so I could continue doing likewise, double-time, come April
* I’ve got the kind of family/friends you can bottom-out bitch to, who say things like, ” Here’s some bucks, I’ve got a weird feeling you’ll need it,” “Yeaaah. That’s fucked up. Lemme buy you a drink and we’ll go on a walk-and-talk…,” “I’m praying stuff stops sucking!” “Let’s art tonight, until 4 am!” and “No one won the Mega Millions yet. I got us a ticket. Start planning now…”
…Cuz, really? I still don’t know how I’m even cognizant right now.
Thanks for being my team. Wish I was more worthy of my Badass Conspiracy Co.
I’m working on it. But the dues might kill me.
-D
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