a parable of sorts

Just before Thanksgiving, I bought some really good cocoa mix. I thought that a nice cup of cocoa after dinner, or with breakfast on Saturday morning, would be lovely.

The cocoa mix is still sitting in my kitchen, unopened. I haven't been around enough since I bought it to actually take the time to make cocoa. I'm always going somewhere, or I've got something else to do, and the unopened tin of cocoa mix sitting on the kitchen counter is mocking me. I'm not even sure I want to make cocoa any more.

I just want to be able to get things done and then stop for a while. Not today, though, because I have to throw laundry together and go tearing off to the laundromat the minute I get home tonight.

Sigh.

a semi-drunken ramble

(Note: semi-drunken = one beer, drunk on a very empty stomach)

People I know are buying houses, and cars, and big stuff like that. I'm debating whether or not I can afford to buy Christmas presents for my immediate family this year, and which is more important, rock climbing or trombone lessons. I can't imagine having enough money to afford a car, or a down payment on a house. Granted, half of my income is going for rent and another $400 a month is going for student loans, but the third loan hasn't kicked in yet (I love my parents) because I can't afford $600 a month in loan payments. I am never going to be able to afford a car at this rate.

I need another job, but nothing I can stand doing is hiring for evenings and weekends only. People are hiring college students who have no classes after noon if they can possibly avoid it.

Oh, and no laundry tonight. I could either do laundry or stay home and clean, and I wanted to stay home tonight.