Friday Friday Friday. I have been super stressed and hopes that Friday would lift the stress shroud are just stupid. The worker works for his two days of tease. Then go back and curse mondays. How many posts have I written that start with "Monday Sucks"? They all suck, all seven days. I work all seven days. I don't like my part time job anymore, I like the people but not the duties. I can't continue working there. So I have a date planned to quit, but then I start thinking of money. The condition is deep in my head. I think I'll be alright but I have to learn to live without $200 a week. Not something so easy to do. I don't know how but I can't go in misery on the weekends. It is impossible. If I ever want my artistic career to take any flight, I must keep key performance times available. If I don't I will never go anywhere. Hard work Hard work Hard work.
So I was thinking that I need to find a new hustle. I have to find a new way of making polar ends meet and have coffee. Of just make mo money mo money mo money. I saw the movie thinking that it was going to help me but It didn't.
Because of a few health issues I have come accross I must lay off of the coffee for a while. Or really bring it down at least.