First week back to work is almost complete, and already I’m noticing interesting changes to my diet. I eat less terrible food, which is good. I eat almost no food at all, though, which is not as good. I’m unsure how much of this is me not budgeting enough time to properly shove shit into my face, and how much is me not having any money. The first two weeks of work after coming off unemployment are seriously the worst. Wednesday evening I spent a good 10 minutes at the Safeway discount meat counter debating with myself the merits of a package of probably still good ground beef versus a tank of gas. Gas won.
This is obviously temporary -- soon the floodgates of income will open, and I’ll be wrapping my lunches in dollar bills every morning. I checked my weight this morning, and it read as “Lo.” It might not be entirely healthy to keep the corpse of my sworn enemy on my bathroom floor for as long as I have, but I haven’t gotten a trophy of any kind since I was in the 4th grade, so I will continue to milk it for all it’s worth.
I really, really love having a schedule again. It makes me feel like a real person. I wake up, go to work, come home, watch The Wire and write. Then I delete everything I wrote because “What the fuck am I doing here, nobody even knows what a Malazan is, there’s no way it’s going to be funny.” Then I remember Shane is going to yell and make fun of me in front of people if I don’t turn something in, so I rewrite everything again, send it off and then tactfully turn off my phone and go to bed.