Food Stamps

"I'm sorry, I'm very frustrated right now."

If the cashier was frustrated, she didn't show it at all, as she calmly bagged my items.

"They reduced my food stamps. I used to have $75 a month, and now I only have $61 to feed three people. Most of my paycheck is going to food."

My heart broke, but suddenly, I got angry. How could they expect her to feed three people on $61 per month? Who even are "they"? The government, I suppose. How do "they" expect people to have proper nutrition on that little? It's impossible. I felt like crying. So many things are fucked up, but not having money to buy food is pretty high up on that damned list.

Ugh.

Besides that, today was pretty chill. I unpacked, did laundry, went to the mall with Becket (he got a lovely hair cut, too) ((did you know that men's hair cuts take less than fifteen minutes? I didn't.)), unpacked some more, and made pancakes and soup for dinner (it's snowing, and I didn't feel like going outside.)

I'll probably knit for the rest of the night and finish up laundry.

Today's recommended listening: About You // XXYYXX