Today happened.
In other news I had a nice time out with friends.
On the boy’s dime.
After getting so obsessed with selling all my books online I have had several of them rejected, including one, brand new, pristine, signed paperback for ‘water damage’.
I am sensing some sort of b*******
I was given the option of having them be recycled ‘for free’ or having them sent back to me at a cost.
I am too poor, too in need and too desperate to take up that offer. I have got rid of a lot of books I would rather have kept and got nothing for my troubles.
What do I do? Scale back my debt repayments so that I can live a bit better and prevent getting into a mess like this again, but face being in debt for longer? Or do I go hardcore and militant and spend the rest of the year trying to imaginatively see my friends without spending any money?
Or do I say nuts to the idea of counselling and play Russian roulette with my mental health and see if I can make it through the year without having a complete breakdown?
Sigh.
I don’t know.
