It Was 100 Degrees

I'm not going to lie to you blog: I've been depressed. But I'm not really going to go into why, I'm just going to leave it at that as I really don't feel like whining right now about that in particular.

I do want to whine about the minimal amount I get paid for lots and lots of meaningless work that I really don't want to do anymore: I think I'm going to ditch one of my buyers. Specifically, the one who expects tons of articles a week for a buck a pop. One dollar per 450 words. Lame. It adds up, sure, but really I could get paid as much I do a week for less worth with other buyers out there.

It sucks, because she's very nice and understands when I have things going on in life so I'm not going to be right on time, but the amount I get per week isn't even enough to buy my weekly cigarettes with. And imagine if I still drank! The Vietnamese man would just tell me to put all my money towards booze. Though in reality, all I've made so far is going towards an awfully large bill I have to pay, so I haven't gotten to spend any of it on cigarettes anyway.

Here's a hub I wrote a few days ago on how my days generally go if I'm not depressed and playing Starcraft or sleeping my woes away.