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Slowly it seems that various weights are being lifted from my shoulders. For one, we're staying in this apartment until August. They landlord is taking down the rent just a little bit. Not really enough but we're doing it anyway. T. and I actually sat down and figured out how much I need to bring in every month for us to continue doing this. It's not too pretty but it's not too unattainable either.

Having said that, I did get a job slinging beer. Hee. I start Tuesday. And, with that, comes a rush of conflicting emotions (naturally). However, the most pervasive feeling of all is that I just need to let this ride. The fact that a good chunk of my day is now claimed is already getting my wheels turning about what I really need to do.

The second-most pervasive feeling is... mmmmm... beer. I'll be working in a brewery. This is cool. Or, it will be... for a little while.

What else?

We've finally gotten the Honda just about ready for selling. We probably won't get as much as we hoped but that's what happens when you procrastinate for a year. The only think left to do is get the oil changed. We'll use the money to pay down our credit card. That'll be peachy.

Speaking of peachy, T. and I figured out when we were doing our budget that we have the potential to save $650 each month. Each. Month. How sick is that? Sick. Sick. Sick. I'm not even going to think about what we should have been doing with that money.

We're trying to trim in many ways. This weekend we're taking a buncha stuff to Goodwill (Why do I have a million pieces of Tupperware? Oh, right, that's because my mother thought that I needed a million pieces of old Tupperware. The answer to that question -- after almost two years of pondering -- is 'No, I do not need a million pieces of Tupperware.'). We also need to think about all this stuff we have lying around. I'm a notorious packrat. I have a hard, hard time tossing "memories" even when I'm not sure if they're valuable anymore. Most of this flim-flam is not valuable but it's all so hard to toss. Anyone want some memories? Free to a good home!

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