I've got some cool articles in the works. I didn't want to write this one. Astro said I should blip it like this.
This weekend, I lost a family member to cancer. Today, I was told I'd be losing a significant number of hours at work—I don't have enough hours as it is. Last year, I was about $9,000 below the poverty line, which is more than half. With this reduction in my schedule, I will be around $11,000 below the poverty line. On top of that, I'm dealing with my persistent health issues, which, honestly, are only a bother to me, and only when I'm super stressed, which, funnily enough, I am right now. I honestly don't have a single hope that my life is going to get better; I'd need a huge win, like a new job offer.
So, well, I feel like curling up into a ball and just not existing for a while.
That's not happening.
Instead, I'm going to apply for a shit ton of jobs and start prepping to attend a funeral.