The smell of the place got to myself, and the price, despite my price range, was not within my range. The odd jobs only being to afford canned beans, frozen chicken and rice.
The budget fitted, just barely, hid my distress well. I'll have to work more hours, and work in my callisthenics and garage workouts more.
All of this is keeping me leaner, even if the work and these powers are not very proud with the jobs i have to do. Teamster work is what it is. I'm glad this mercenary work ain't as bad as other professions, or at least I'll tell myself.
Moving magical (REDACTED), with my magic. Yeah.
