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[chocolatepot]

Every time I think I'm getting better, I get pulled back. There is something about knowing that 40 hours of work is worth less* than a round piece of metal that makes me like ... "what is the point of even bothering, then? If my usefulness is of less value than a brake rotor?"

*technically "just a bit more than", but taxes, you know

I was going to eat lunch at Dish, because it's not open on Sundays and I usually have Saturday as my "wind-down" day and don't get out of the house until later. But I kind of lost my appetite for paying someone else for food. Of course, I still have to go to the grocery store because I have no srs food in the house, but that's different. Now to force myself to buy all that fabric I need.