How did I get so tired?

I gave everything I had today. I don't think I knew that I was doing it when it was happening, but as I wandered the aisles of the rescue mission thrift store after work, losing more and more blood sugar as the minutes went by, and slowly losing the ability to focus on anything, it struck me that I was not doing well.

I casually picked up items I wanted to purchase, only to quickly tire of carrying them and set them down. Without a thought in my head, I went through books and made stacks of teen series: Sweet Valley High, Babysitter's Club, Goosebumps. I put on a cardigan and wandered aimlessly around the warehouse-sized store looking for a mirror. There were shoulder pads in the sweater. It did not look good (I am having so much trouble with loose clothing lately. Blerg.).

It struck me that if I could do research in the store (i.e. with a smart phone), my life would be so much easier. But that would entail me purchasing a new phone, which I have never done, so it feels like a decadent expense. Also, between my savings and checking accounts, I have $30, and my car doors need to be fixed before it starts to get cold (and rainy). So I'm looking around at phones. It would be an investment, after all, so I don't feel like it would be a sin or anything, but of course, the absence of funding makes it impossible at the moment.

So, you of course are welcome to donate to the cause, though there are far worthier causes to donate to. I have quite a lot of trouble getting people to give me money, in fact. There is a certain person in my life (who shall remain nameless for my sake, not theirs) who, every time I complain about money, tells me I would be an excellent sex worker. This same person also promises to find me a man, but conveniently is always too busy trying to time travel when the need arises (you know who you are).