Tuesday, Mar. 08, 2005 - 5:49 a.m.
Cost of the War in Iraq
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Doubleguessing Home Ownership Without Grilled Cheese
OK, this is what the email looked like replying to my "please let me know asap if the colors I have put on the drawing are ok so I can continue the contract":
I had to write back and ask for an English translation.
Wellllll I got a heapload of work done today on the South Korea contract, but my god there is SO MUCH TO DO!! yikes!
It is a time problem but also a physical ability problem. After tracing sketches for 3 and a half hours I had cramps in my hand, arm, fingers and starting to get that painful shoulder thing I had several years ago.
I feel like an aging athlete I do. Shit.
I suppose the idea is that we do quantity for little moulah when we are young and able, and then do quality for more moulah when we are older. This means no superduperovertime.
And how am I going to have time to see Disappearing Boy tonight? I feel about a week behind on everything. Getting ready to go to San Fran, signing up to be a hair shavee for childhood cancer research, doing comics covers for new minicomics, the South Korea contract, my income taxes (which need to get to the accountant in three weeks, hahahahahaha), the Poetry book.
So much for my feelgood day yesterday!
How did this happen? I shouldn't have bought the house that's how. If I had just let the evaluator come through and evaluate when I was a tenant, instead of rushing in like a fool to buy the building I live in, I'd be sitting cushy with a nest egg of over $50,000, nothing borrowed on my RRSPs and could have adopted, doing less work, and living in a rent-controlled apartment that is the exact same place I live in now.
No. No. I have to remember there was a huge risk of someone buying the building and giving me notice to move out so they could move in. But I would STILL have a nest egg of $50,000 and nothing borrowed on my RRSP, zero debt, no mortgage, and could've moved.
Silly me. silly me.
Now just to sell it would take so much effort, and I would have paid the notary and salesperson to buy the place and then pay again to sell it, and be back where I was 4 years ago. I am insane.
Oh well, I am not going to sell tomorrow so I should stop thinking about it. Unfortunately there is no grilled cheese tonight. No bread. No cheese. That's ok. I have macaroni and butter.
Off to eat comfort food, and go to bed so I can do it all again tomorrow. I leave you with the South Korea kids:
nite nite folks!
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