1. First day of some guy I once went to the same school with (I cannot really remember, but he comes with high recommendations from my older brother) fixing my bathroom. Compared to yesterday, it already looks less bleak, as the walls are now evenly covered in some kind of special cornflower blue plaster. The toilet replacement scheduled for Thursday morning promises to become a veritable shitshow with a cast of a number of strange men, since apparently the main outgoing pipe is cracked and needs to be replaced. I’m still quite dazed with everything that’s happening and how bloody early I need to get up in the mornings this week, but hey, currently still have access to a working toilet and running water, cannot complain too much.

    Gonna have to try giving myself a sponge bath in the kitchen now, I guess, as there are no taps left in the bathroom. And, conveniently, it is the hottest week yet this summer. OTL On the upside though, no random bleeding today at least.

  2. 20:14 22nd Jul 2014

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  3. More exhausted than I care to explain for bathroom renovation reasons. It’s an utter mess and I’m only getting by on dumbfounded denialism and the hope that it will be mostly over in a week or so. Of course, my uterus hates me and seeks to sabotage me every step of the way - I didn’t actually mind getting a period a week earlier than expected, because I thought this meant it would be over when a strange man comes to rip up the toilet and bathroom, but just a few days after it ended, I’m bleeding a bit again. Could be stress, could be whatfuckingever, I have zero clue, but at this point I would not be surprised if it becomes another full-blown period just because of how shit my luck’s been lately. Bleeding through all.the.things while the washer is disconnected and unusable, and there’s a builder wanting to take smoke breaks on the balcony where I’m trying to dry the aforementioned all the things is just what I need to feel better about my life.  

    Also wishing very much that I had money to throw towards problems, but I’m soon out of money to throw towards food, so no.

  4. Uhoh, a stray cat has found a way to the attic of mom’s house out of town (huge, dilapidated, only a fraction inhabited on a part-time basis) and has successfully brought up 3 kittens there who look at least 2 months old. Possibly older, if they’re only surviving on what their mother feeds them, they might be small for their age? Anyway, they’re pretty feral, but not feral enough to completely lack curiosity, so they at least peek at you from a distance. They don’t answer at all - socialized cats tend to meow at you when you attempt conversation - and don’t come any closer when called either, but predictably cannot resist food as long as left alone to eat it. So the plan is to try and gradually get them a bit more domesticated and trusting by feeding them, which might take a few weeks, and then take the kittens to a no-kill shelter.  They’re very pretty, finding homes shouldn’t be difficult.

    The mother is a bigger problem, don’t think she’s very likely to become trusting enough to let herself get caught. There are other semi-feral cats living in the village, not with too much apparent difficulty, as people from the stables and some other neighbours feed them, and they seem to be keeping rats and mice at bay, so it’s not a problem if she chooses to live around the house, but obviously it would be better if she was sterilized, otherwise I’m afraid we’ll just keep discovering more feral kittens.

  5. Tonight seems like a good time to shut up and not complain about my life tbh. 

  6. The school FINALLY paid me the second part for this spring’s classes, after I sent a hissy e-mail to their accounting dept, pointing out I’ve signed the necessary papers not once but twice, and the most recent occasion of doing so was 4 weeks ago.

    So now, for the time being, I’m not in the red as such, but I’ve got ~130 € to live on till the end of August, and this should also cover my part of the utilities (blissfully low in the summer, but still).

    No reply on my proposition to pay me from the project funds we received for the project I’m in charge-ish of and some of which were specifically intended as pay for me, but I’m hopeful, because there doesn’t seem to be much else we can do with it (most other expenses are already covered, partly thanks to my aptitude at writing funding applications). 

    Also cannot help being reminded of not having received that refund from Airbnb, and also of not having gotten paid for supervising that graduate. 

    Feeling a bit better in general though, because of focusing on short-term goals. Also no longer allowing myself to believe my work is shit.

  7. Still pretty down over work things. Also no luck whatsoever so far in improving my financial situation, thus haven’t had the greatest of days lately. I wish I could experience positive emotions even half as intensely as the negative ones, particularly during pms/period times. But hey, at least that will be over before the next week rolls in with a whole new set of reasons to stress about with the bathroom renovation. Already have nightmares about waking up, desperate to pee, and finding the toilet has been ripped out.

  8. 12:08 16th Jul 2014

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    Whether we realize it or not, each of us is eternally ‘in the red.’ We are everlasting debtors to known and unknown men and women. We do not finish breakfast without being dependent on more than half of the world. When we arise in the morning, we go into the bathroom where we reach for a sponge which is provided for us by a Pacific Islander. We reach for soap that is created for us by a Frenchman. The towel is provided by a Turk. Then at the table we drink coffee which is provided for us by a South American, or tea by a Chinese, or cocoa by a West African. Before we leave for our jobs we are beholden to more than half the world.

    In a real sense, all life is interrelated. All men are caught in an inescapable network of mutuality, tied in a single garment of destiny. Whatever affects one directly affects all indirectly. I can never be what I ought to be until you are what you ought to be, and you can never be what you ought to be until I am what I ought to be. This is the interrelated structure of reality.

    — Taken from “The Man Who Was a Fool” (1963) by Martin Luther King, Jr. (via stilleatingoranges)
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