The Cannon

As I skim through my previous post about occupied time, I can't help but chuckle. Busy as Hell? The complete opposite, in fact.

Lately, as in for the last sixteen days, I have been living in this surreal state. I have no commitments, no job, therefore, no responsibility. The thought of money has been weighing heavily on my mind yet not enough for me to let the anxiety or stress of it all completely take over. And, as of last night, I needn't worry about it anymore. At least for the time being.

I had made it a point to steer clear of my Scotia Bank Online account, for a number of reasons. Mainly, I refused to look at my Visa bill. Silly isn't it? I didn't want that feeling to reside in the pit of my stomach. I didn't want to face that I owed money, and that it was almost an impossibility to pay it back atm. As much as it pains me to admit, I was hoping that maybe, POSSIBLY, my parents had performed a good gesture and paid it off FOR me.

I bit the bullet, and checked it anyways.

To my utter surprise, I found money in my account. Actual MONEY. Apparently my GST check had come through, leaving me with enough to pay for the rent of February. Something I was extremely dreading, since it was fairly likely that I would have to ask my parents for a favour. Which, on many levels, I find degrading and just plain sad. At least in my situation.

Alas, this leaves me with thirty dollars in my pocket for the rest of the month. I've had worse, however. Besides, fifteen dollars a week doesn't sound that bad.