my girlfriend lovingly refers to our new place as "the shoebox." i sleep on the floor, on a climbing crash pad. she took the one-person bed. in the first week she broke out into tears, cuz there was so much to cram into such small quarters.

my fiat earning potential is pretty good, but i feel wrong about applying my efforts to [mostly] futile outputs that fiat system demands. i am looking to get my own equipment and learn a few more skills, so that i can serve people in a righteous manner.

i am literally living out this meme:

this is a trial, to see how much i can give up. to be fair, she is a toxic maxi, but i am more toxic 😅