This is just a ramble- I'd skip it

I have been single most of the week, which means I have basically done nothing but gone to summer school, read, knitted, watched tv and crossed words. I have not cooked anything this week- my Monday night dinner was a lovely cheese plate (aside- have you ever had Abbot’s Gold? I love this cheese. I would date this cheese for a brief, but tumultuous time if this cheese were a person and had a job). By last night I had devolved into Red Vines and rum and cokes. What is on tonight’s menu? Hard to say, but I am pretty sure it may feature the expired tic tacs I won on Sarah B’s site. Since I am probably only days away from making meals of out left over “togo” condiment packs, it is good the civilizing force of Mr. Monkey will be back in full effect tomorrow.

Do you remember a few months ago I was worried about the economy and so I cancelled maid service and personal training sessions at the gym and the internet told me to grow up, and then the real world told me it would soon be living in a tent, so it could not muster up the tears to weep over me having to dust my own lamps or cheer myself on while I did crunches? Well, another part of the Monkey lifestyle has been thrown upon the bonfire- spa treatments. My past two pedicures have not been at the spa. I still have toenails. Granted, they are not perfectly square, as I like them, but I have saved over $100 so far, so I guess I can live with it. Actually, I think this is good for me, as I was afraid the first (well, second as well) time I walked into the industrial nail shack run my immigrants. The masks, not knowing the protocol, having a muscley Asian man flex his pythons while giving me the weakest foot massage ever (seriously, it was like he was rubbing a balloon on me- I would have preferred no massage to that creepy, rubber gloved caress) it all unnerved me. But I did it! Today, the seedy nail shack- tomorrow, who knows?

Why so budget-y you ask? (No, you didn’t? Oh, you’re saying you don’t care? Well, it’s this or whatever you were trying to avoid doing that caused you to click over here, so take your pick.) I have got it in my mind that when I pay off all of my student loans for this job, I can do something else. I do not know how I got that in my mind, and Mr. Monkey did not co-sign on this idea (hi honey, are you reading this? Don’t worry, it will take me a long time, and countless pints of plasma sold to reach my goal). What do I want to do next? Not sure- alpaca farmer, possibility? Professional crab-ass is a possibility, as are driver who cannot stay in her lane and person who wants you to modify menu entries at restaurants to suit her fancy. Anyway, I would like to pare my next life down to $100 a day. Impossible, you say? Well, I counter your argument with the idea that a whole industries has been built on offering vacations for $100 a day. If worse comes to worst, I can always remain on vacation.

How about you- are you extra budget-y these days as well? What have you cut out that was part of your everyday life?

PS- edited to add that I just spent $10 on a tube of toothpaste, so my efforts are wildly inconsistent. I am a ridiculous person. Is knowing it part of the battle?