Ah, earley sunday mornings....this one, in particular, it appears quite gloomy, I'll give you that - I can barely see outside rigth now. It'sw just like being inside the cloud itself.
I hear a lot of people bitching about them sundays, nad while I kinda get it, it's the day that precedes another five shitdays of fucking work. But ain't it good enough for you NOT to have to work this day? To get to wake whenever you're feeling like getting out of bed?
To me, it's just as good as it was yesterday. Yes, I was up even before 7 AM, but that's a bonus to me, who normally wakes up round 4:30 AM on a "working" day.
And just like I said, I'm a daytime creature. I enjoy waking up early. Brew myself some joe, have a cig, eat a thing or two, and just sit here in contemplation of this rather eerie scenario up here "over the mountains" today. Can't see the city, which means they can't see us either.
We're up here...inside the cloud.
I know, it sounds ordinary, but say that to a five year-old, and you'll amaze the shit outta him, "My house sometimes stays inside the cloud you're seeing, covering those mountains..." Ah, the magic world of children.
We forget all about it growing up. I get it, you get molded in science, you know it's just condensed water. Just a fuckload of humidity. It's a pain in the ass, when it decides to keep up this way, for weeks. It used to happen here, in our city. Two, three weeks of non-stop raining, on this time of year. Didn't happen last year, though.
But it is somewhat shitty to have all this fucking humidity. This is the 8/80 city of humidity - it's either below zero, or above 100. Gotta keep an eye open on everything that may be covered in mold. Like my ladies, them guitars. I swear, I've opened the case of the acoustic guitar and just saw the moldy fretboard. "Fuck this shit" indeed.
And to persons like my mum, it's even worse. Becuse down there, in the house below the Tower, it gets moldy...everywhere. Too much wood, and our property is kinda buried below the neighbours' houses, so I guess this increases the humidity and prevents the sun from giving us a hand to dry the air a little. So, she gets to mop up the fucking CEILINGS because they're moldy.
Fuck that shit. To HELL.
Oh well, it's part of living here. I had my own problems, specially when I was still able to draw. The papers become soggy. Ink bleeds through it. Inks never dry. Paper, just like everything oragnic or not, get moldy as well.
Well, it matters no more for these idle hands.
Yesterday I beat a new personal record. This year is being quite odd, indeed. Usually, december used to be the month that I was rolling in cash. Mind you, not unlike my Owner does in his millions, but I'd normally ended up the year with some nice dough and being debt free.
In 2014, I'm ending it in poverty, knee-deep in debt to my mother and to the "Funchal agiotagem inc." - where I borrowed more than 2k this year. It's a trust fund between employees, and it has some earnings, even better than the lowest bank plan around. But, I don't worry about that debt, because I paid my part every month - 200 bucks a month, without interes, that's R$ 2400,00 - so I guess I'll end up just paying most of what I'd receive if I had not decided to go in debt with them, and still ear some miserable amount maybe. Well, it's way better than end up owing them, incresing your debt with them monthly fees.
But I do owe almost 200 bucks a month, for 12 months, to my momo, since I abused her credit card on my fucking "shopping spree" of 2014. You know what's the strangest part? I usually got all the money from the trust fund's earnings, plus my 13th salary, an spend it all on computer parts or electronics.
This year..I bought a lot of gym equipment and...clothes. Fucking clothes. I never used to buy clothes, I had no idea how fucking expensive they are. But my money-spending on them clothes was not irrational, like women and shoes, no. I just realized one day - all my socks are fucked up, no heels(eaten away from my constant boot usage), some don't even have enoug elasticity to adhere to the leg, and they become that saggy, sad thing your shoe ends up "eating", leaving you with that wonderful sensation on your feet. And you'll have to remove it all to try and fix it. But it just keeps happening, unless you change socks.
60 pairs is a bit too much, yeah. But I knew these would be just chinese socks, good for a month or so of constant use before they crumble. And I must say, I found them to be quite alright. The same thing can be said about my undewear department- it was horrible, have you ever used underwear which the elastic band is of no use anymore? Well, that was the state of several of mine "collection."
The rest, well, my pants department was quite lousy as well. Now I got two pairs of somewhat presentable pants, way more presentable than the older ones I'd been using, the months before.
The gym equipment? No regrets there. Everything I bought has improved my gear. I even got some good bargains there, via Mercado Livre.
And I created a PayPal account, so soon I'll be able to purchase the moustache wax and get rid of this walrus look. But man, what the fuck, american dollars are sky-high these days. Fuck me, almost 350 bucks for a 100 dollar charge on the PayPal account.
Well. That was it. I also paid part of my debt to the employees' trust fund, and was wise enough to reserve the required amount to spend on my monthly medication costs. But I completely forgot about my mother's debt. Well, I suppose she won't mind if I give her the rest by the end of the month...
Anyways, let me go downstairs to check if she's awake. She enjoys the company.
Until I meet you later, I bid thee farewell. Ta ta.
