I can't afford my pond scum shakes anymore.
They're not even that expensive.
No, seriously...like $30 for a huge tub of powder that would last all month.
But I am poor.
You know I can't afford vegetables either.
I can't even afford gum!
I can afford 50 cent candy bars, of course.
And I refuse to do that to my body.
Sometimes being an artist is amazing.
Other times it's just shit.
It's 3.31pm on Monday.
I've been proactive all day.
Now, because I can and because it's easy, I'm going to damned bed.
Maybe things will be better when I wake.
Or maybe, just *maybe*, things will still be miserable.