It's been a long, long time since I've had any discretionary income, and I'm spending it almost as fast as I make it. Not entirely on stupid shit, but mostly on non-consumable items I've been meaning to buy, like a new stereo ($50), new jeans and shorts ($60) and new music (The Gaslight Anthem).
Fuck it. I've been breaking my back, working my ass off, and missing out on various social experiences (no Pride Parade for me this year), but it's OK. I'm actually happier than I have been in months, years even. In a weird way it feels good to be tired and sore, and it makes me miss my friends even more.
The only real issue I have right now is with my guy, Matt. I like him SO much more than I ever thought possible; I'll refrain from using the dreaded "L" word, but it applies, and that fucking sucks because he's moving to LA in a month or so. But for now, I'm just trying to enjoy our time together, and not think too much about what comes next.
Sigh. I'm as good as I can be and I'm not sure if that is enough.