toxicapocalypse

I have been working my ass of for the last few months. I have two jobs, which may not seem like a lot, but it's driving me nuts. I have not had one single day off for two months. I'm used to being able to sleep until noon at least one day a week, damnit!!
The winter here fucked me up. I have no money in my bank account, I can barely make rent, I've got a $300 electric bill, and I still have to eat. I made it through winter all right, but now that it's spring and all the reserve cash is gone, I'm just barely making it. This is so STUPID!!! I became a tattoo artist so this shit wouldn't happen. Unfortunately, cash in hand every day leads to me spending most of it on beer, drugs, or cigarettes before I can get it to the bank. It's my own fault, but I'm gonna bitch anyway.
The lack of money isn't so bad (until bills come due, that is), but what really gets me is not having any time off whatsoever. The days I leave the shop at three, I go right up the road to the Citizen office to do ad design. The days I don't tattoo, I go to the Citizen. It sucks because I like both jobs, and I'd feel bad if I quit the Citizen because they're so short-handed it's ridiculous. I'll see what happens when Rob gets licensed to tattoo. Maybe then I can have a day off. Or else I'll get so sick of working like a slave that it overrides my guilt of quitting the Citizen. I'm not sure which one's gonna come first, even though it's only a month til Rob is licensed.
I'm gonna go pull out my own hair, push an old lady down some stairs, get wasted and sleep like the dead.