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I'm suffering P.I.D...

Politically induced depression.

That has to be it...

I have been trying to figure out why I have been feeling so flat of late. I still haven't made it to Uni, but also there have been a couple of days where I barely made it out of bed.

Tracking back, I find it all started on the weekend of the Federal election, and so I've come to the conclusion my mind simply does not want to process life under a Liberal government and more particularly, under a Liberal government lead by Tony Abbott.

Every day there seems to be a new horror story of ignorance erupting in the news. Ignoring asylum seekers, ignoring the environment, ignoring women, ignoring foreign aid, ignoring students, ignoring sole parents. All this government seems interested in is Corporate Rights (if they get their way, we won't legally be allowed to publicly boycott immoral companies).

Tony (as he seems to prefer everyone being on a first name basis) has been quoted as saying, 'Happy is the country more interested in sport than politics.'

Yes, yes, well I'm sure we would all be happier if we weren't interested in how he and his cronies are slicing and dicing all decency out of Australian governance, however, we - Australians - cannot afford to forget about politics or take our eye of our politicians in favour of following sport. Certainly not these days.

I am worried about money again. We had just gotten ahead a little, not really enough to save much, but enough that we didn't have to worry about not being able to feed the kids. Now the School Kids Bonus will be disappearing, and in the meantime our boys' primary school wants to introduce an iPad for every student (at the parents' expense).

The car went in for a service on Tuesday and we're still waiting for the call to pick it up - the ball park figure for repairs is about $900. There go all our savings - and then some.

I need to get on with this degree to ensure work next year, and I need to keep us afloat until I can get work next year. Just nine more months, I guess.

Just keep swimming...

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