By about midday I'd spent most of my pay for the next two weeks. I paid rent for April, put money on my phone and internet accounts and bought laundry tokens. It was all "un-fun" spending, which means it was for essential instead of frivolous things, but that was the point I guess.
February has been such a crazy month, I'm hoping things level out somewhat for March. The thing which is looming and which a friend mentioned on ICQ a few days ago is that my birthday is approaching. Oh dear and I'll be turning… well, the square root of 676 lets say. I generally don't make very much of birthdays, being at boarding school there were always a couple a week so it was never much of a celebration. My 21st was a fair size, maybe 35 people or so and that was almost 5 years ago… wow. In the mean time so much has happened. I sometimes feel like I'm standing still because I've been working on my Ph.D. for the last 4 years straight with little change in the major external scenery and people in my life. I know that this will change in the short-term future, and I think I am looking forward to that.
Today I missed the Queer Collective meeting because of confusion over the time and although I made it to the Chemistry BBQ I decided to skip the pizza night after going down and finding they had run out and so were ordering more. My jeans went on very easily this morning, and I went for a cycle yesterday… Hmmm… could there be some sort of cause and effect here?
I don't really regret not having much to show for being… 10 to the power of 1.415. I haven't had to sleep rough, I've always had food to eat (often too much), clothes to wear, money for medications and other inconveniences. I've got good friends and parents who continue to love me, and so I feel rather content though I know I can achieve more. Right now I am tired, but happy and content. In the pursuit of the almighty dollar, this might change, and I hope this diary entry might remind me at that point of a time where I had few possessions but my heart was full of joy.