Pride is continuing to fuck with me.

I'd write a really snarky takedown but I'm a.) exhausted b.) not in the mood and c.) about to be late for my supplemental, minimum-wage job.

I'm teaching seventeen credit hours this semester, so that I can be a contributing member of my household. That seventeen credit hours will net me approximately 30% of what my husband will make for the 7 that he is teaching. He has benefits. I have a series of ridiculous commutes.

One of us has a doctorate.

I'd sit on the couch and cry into cookies, but seriously. I have to go to my minimum wage job.