October 2: Therapy Appointment Tomorrow

Tomorrow evening, I have a meeting with my counselor.  She and I are going to talk about my finances.  I'm not looking forward to the conversation.  My wife and I figured out an informal monthly budget--income versus expenditures.  Turns out, informally, I make only about ten dollars more than I spend every month.  That little revelation depressed me quite a bit.

Don't get me wrong.  I love my counselor.  She's been a very good friend of mine for years, and I always leave her office feeling just a little bit better about myself, maybe even hopeful.  That's a pretty good thing.  I could use a little hope in my life.

I can't even sell my plasma for extra money.  I'm an insulin-pump diabetic.  They won't take it.  Something to do with messing up my blood sugar levels and causing health problems.  Whatever.  I could really use that extra $50.

There is no magic solution to these issues.  I know that.  My counselor is probably going to look at the little budget I worked up and ask, "Now, what can you do without?"  At the moment, my answer would be TV, phone, internet, heat, electricity, water, food, and medications.  Basically, I surrender.

I've been banging my head against the wall for weeks, trying to figure out another way to bring in some extra income.  I haven't come up with any legal options.  I could go all Breaking Bad and start cooking meth.

However, Saint Marty hated chemistry in high school.

This would not be a good look for me

March 6: Full, Counseling, Project Memoir Update

I ate so much at the potluck this afternoon that I think I'm sweating brownie frosting and chicken dumplings.  It was pretty much an entire table of ice cream nut dessert and fruit pudding and deviled eggs and salad (that I didn't eat) and chicken dumplings.  Basically, comfort food, aside from the salad.  I usually don't say this, but if I see another brownie today, I think I'll vomit.

My wife and I have a date with a counselor tonight.  It's our monthly check-in to see how things are going.  I really like this counselor.  She's a no-nonsense woman who has a dish of M&Ms in her office.  What more could you ask for in a therapist?  Maybe some good medication.

Tell me I'm wonderful

I'm going to work on Project Memoir tonight.  I really want to finish the "Prelude" section before the weekend rolls around.  I haven't heard a whole lot of feedback about the first installment.  Actually, I haven't heard any feedback about the first installment.  Please, drop me a comment.  Let me know if you're interested or if I'm just being self-indulgent and narcissistic.  OK, I'm always self-indulgent and narcissistic.  Just let me know if you like it.  I need some kind of affirmation, positive or negative.

Saint Marty needs to go purge a little now.  Damn dumplings