You know what I like?
Not worrying about whether I can afford something. Just knowing that I have dollars to cover whatever life happens to throw at me without a care at all. That's a nice feeling to have. It makes me beam and burst with pride. Pride and adequacy.
My phone has a shattered screen, and it will be a while until I am able to replace it. Boo.
I still don't have a dryer.
My car needs to be serviced and the battery light is on. It warns me sincerely that BATTERY SYSTEM INSPECTION REQUIRED each and every time that I start my car. It chortles on start up. Hur hur hur hur.
But some reason I prefer being plastered long enough to wipe any semblance of consciousness from my day.
I earn more than twice the average Australian wage. And I am struggling. That doesn't make any sense now, does it?
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