Hours 60 - 84 were not among my finest of this lovely break. First off, I didn't really get much done in the way of creativity. Really, the only way I really contributed to something artistic was by helping Ro practice his lines for the play he's in next month. And I guess I also ordered the bluetooth adapter for my wireless graphics tablet, which will enable me to participate in something creative but unless skilled Amazon orders has officially been upgraded to an artform, I've got nothing in that department.
What I do have plenty of, however, is ways I've lost money. First off, I recieved a letter from the IRS saying that my taxes reported was incorrect (thanks Turbotax) and I owe $331 to the IRS. Secondly, our landlord from our last place decided to communicate with us very badly about how our old apartment was being rented and we ended up losing a total of $1100, $550 of which was mine. Then, I left our bedroom and Ro discovered on his way back in that the door had somehow locked itself, forcing us to break in. If it turns out we lose our security deposit for this place after busting through the door or if we end up having to buy a new custom cut door (it's an attic bedroom with a slanted ceiling), then today cost me anywhere between $881 or about $1200 depending on where we land on the door issue.
Not a very good start to a summer that was hopefully going to include a trip somewhere and possibly some money saved. So now it looks like there's a good chance that I'll be calling up my old temp agency to see if they can throw some work my way. Not exactly productive in terms of pursuing some deeper meaning in life but let's face it, in the end money is often involved in many important life experiences. So I might as well have some.
Things started picking up a little bit last night. I tagged along with Ro to a recording session for the play he's in and got to hang out in what looked like a minister's library (creepiest book title? Tender Miscarriage: An Epiphany). After we were there for a few minutes our friend Sydney showed up slightly drunk and very hungry. After recording her lines, we ended up hitting one of our favorite local restuarants where I had spicy Cajun fries, clam chowder and a dirty martini. At least I've added clam chowder to my standard summer dinner.
Things had started looking up until our waiter completely sucked. Very forgetful and generally weird, he was earning the smallest tip ever until he offered Sydney half off on her meal because she only ate half of it. A decent attempt, but we still weren't buying it. Or, well, we bought it, but we still weren't tipping well.
I finally made it to bed at a decent hour. I seem to be about 24 hours behind in reporting on this blog, but maybe that's for the best. In any case, tomorrow night will find me typing up a summary of hours 84 - 108.
