I splurged and bought steak. I’m not going to renew my UPS mailbox —
it’s too expensive and I don’t have enough money for it. I’m going to switch to a post office box. It’s a longer walk for me, but it’s much cheaper.
All I can think is that I got the UPS store mailbox so that I wouldn’t have to walk all the way down to the post office.
Is that irony? I don’t know.
Anyways, the Kid was away for spring break. He just got back, and I had to go to Seattle to pick him up from the airport. (BTW, he flew OUT via United, and I wasn’t that pleased with the service provided for an unaccompanied minor. Then on the way back he flew Southwest and he said it was great. Even that section of the airport was better — United’s gate has a good Chinese stir-fry place that’s affordable, but I guess Southwest has got a McDonalds from what the Kid said. Because sorry SeaTac, there’s no effing way I’m spending $8.99 for a sliced bread sandwich. It might be delicious, but I’m frugal as fuck.)
Since I’m not going to bother scrambling to cover my UPS box rent, we stopped off at Safeway to buy some food for dinner. And I saw rib-eye steak for $7.99.
So I thought, Why not?
I’ve been kind of a jerk of late. I know that I’ve been.
Then I feel sad that people aren’t all warm and huggy to me.
And I get all wrapped up in anxiety, so I can’t apologize.
And I feel bad and I’m lonely.
And I end up writing a lot of weird stuff I’m scared to share because I don’t think there’s a market for it.
And maybe it’s weird to paste all the hopes of a better world on a steak. But here’s hoping.
