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January 8, 2003 ~ Cut the Cards
Wednesday.
Okay, when p.o.r.n sites (spaced out as a google-repellant tactic) start spamming my guestbook, perhaps that is a sign that I should make an update so that people have more to write about in the guestbook than "fiesta s.n.a.t.c.h." (Oy.)
Today was my one day off in the long stretch of the residency, and I spent most of it sleeping. I didn't get home last night until 4:30 a.m. I worked for twenty hours. It was quite a day at the end of a string of long days. As a testament to my sleep depravity after so many long days, last night around 3:00 a.m. I made up a new word, thinking that I was actually speaking English. For instance, I was attempting to say a word that meant the sound made when several people clap, and "clapter" is what came out. "Applause" was nowhere to be found in the corners of my mind, so I guess, in sleep-deprived logic, a strange mix of "clap" and "laughter" was acceptable. My supervisor and I had a good laugh over that one. We were very tired, so "clapter" was hilarious. I wonder if the sound that we made would be called "laughlause."
What I really want to tell you about, though, is that Morgan and I cut up all of our credit cards today. Since I was finally around during banking hours, we signed the final papers for the credit consolidation loan and then came home. We sat on the couch and ceremoniously cut up the credit cards. Every single one of them. In order to make this month livable without them, we re-scheduled our dentist appointments for several months from now (and two months apart from each other for ease of payment). We called about our student loans and had the payments on them paused until the consolidation for them goes through (should be some time in the next few weeks). And we'll wait to buy more groceries until Li pays us a bit for the rent on Friday. Unless something unforeseen happens, those measures should see us through.
I'm not sure what to do with the pieces of the credit card in my name. I feel like they should be disposed of in some interesting way. Maybe I could send a little piece to different readers of this journal, and you could each have a little reminder of why credit cards are evil. (Let me know if you want to have dibs on the hologram. Or part of my signature. Or the MasterCard symbol. Heh.) I'd fling them off a cliff or into the ocean or burn them, but I don't think that would be very environmentally responsible. Maybe I should frame them, keep them as a little trophy that says, "I destroyed my credit card."
A huge weight is lifting off of my shoulders. The way that things were going before, with the interest piling up quicker than we could pay it, was killing me. I wanted nothing more than to pay it all off, but one cannot pull money out of thin air. When one has no luxuries to begin with, one cannot cut back on them to spend on something else. And the debts built and built and built... Ah. Each snap of the scissors was a breath of fresh air.
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