My food stamp benefits re-up on the fourth of the month, and somehow today I managed to roust myself out of the apartment to do two grocery runs before having breakfast or even coffee. The cost? By the time I was plating breakfast (frozen pancakes and pre-cooked bacon) from the oven, all it took was being unable to open the syrup bottle and then having it slip from my hands (it did not break) for me to scream religious profanity out my open kitchen window. All of my sense of satisfaction at having been productive early, freeing up the rest of my day, evaoprated instantly as the cognitive and physical load of that productivity collapsed inward on itself.
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