3:30 a.m. worries

Oh, sure, everything in life is all great, and I'm goin' on about how I looove Portland, the new routine, even the rain can't get me down. My job is good. I walk to the gym. My commute to work is 10 minutes. Then all of a sudden the reality of life hits me like a bank account balance of $26. Life's grand. I guess I could be optimistic here... at least it's not negative $26. But all my damn planning, all my careful spending and extra work this month has left me with $26. And that's it.

Sure, I made my debt payoff goals, but what's really slapping me in the face is the realization that this year I am working and paying off my expenditures from LAST year. Yep--I work one hour for me now, and one for last year. Roughly half of my income went to credit cards that paid for my existence in my Year O' Hell. The shittier part is that even though I'm staying afloat and paying down my debt, I am not saving a dime.

Why didn't anyone tell me growing up would be this lame? Oh, wait... everyone told me that. Guess I'm glad I had fun when I could.

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