Yesterday, Josh finally finished moving all his stuff into my our unit. Sadly, I was in a terrible mood all day, so there was very little savouring of the shift to living in sin my well and truly becoming ineligible for Centrelink if I ever was significant changes in life. I was moping because I am mopey; my self-esteem is always on a knife’s edge these days so it doesn’t take very much. While ferreting around in my parents’ shed yesterday (which produced a free rusty bike and a free giant aquarium!) I noticed my dad’s old filing cabinet had a few quotes about work stuck on it, including: “A man’s work is his dilemma: his job is his bondage, but it also gives him a fair share of his identity and keeps him from being a bystander in somebody else’s world.” – Melvin Maddock. I am feeling less and less like a real person and getting to feel quite lonely in my unemployed, purposeless little world. It’s not at all about the money (it’s sad seeing my savings going down, but I won’t starve anytime soon), it’s about achieving something day-to-day and being worth something.
Anyway. In honour of the completed move, here is a photo of me and Josh’s fridge.
Josh always has Chairman Kaga (scanned from a newspaper) on his fridge, but the printout was all old and ugly, so we got the original scan from his sister, and I photoshopped his face to make it not have newsprint on it, and then I printed it out and contacted it onto a magnet backing. It is now PREMIUM Chairman Kaga!
While bored, I also made magnetic poetry with some printable magnetic paper.
This is Josh’s favourite:
My exercise planner! TBH, I am getting a bit fed up with exercise, because I’ve been doing it daily, in fact religiously, and have eaten reasonably, yet have only gained weight :( But the planner helps get me moving despite this.
I have got 7 free 2010 calendars so far and I am keeping them all. The over-representation of the Liberal party by no means implies a political leaning in that direction, I just didn’t get any from any other parties :( The house a few numbers down from me sold for $3 million last month; I don’t think Labor actually bothers advertising in this suburb.
Finally, the anti-depression pony. It came in a water-colours set that Lisa gave me for my birthday, so I duly painted it one day after school last year. Quoth Josh, “This is going straight on the fridge!”. It’s held on by the “Depression: You’re not Alone” magnet because you read the magnet, then you look down and see the rainbow pony, and you know that this is true. There’s a pony.
