Several hours later, and I still haven't come all the way down from the emotional high of being offered the position I was. To be leaping away from the working-poor, and exiting the working class. Save for my student loans, I'll be able to easily eliminate what debt I do have in a few months (Would be sooner, but I'm going to be sinking a few hundred, easy, into my larping costume). I'll have plenty of money to get a couple hours of electrolysis a week. I'll even be able to afford to get an arcade style DDR pad, the foot control switch for my guitar amp, a new bass guitar, or two, and probably at least one new guitar (with a whammy bar, something my Les Paul lacks). I'll be able to resume music lessons, and get the equipment to start making my own industrial music. I'll also be getting my gym membership caught up and caught up and getting back in there.
And I'm going to fill my mom's kitchen with real food and decent quality seasonings, and all things fresh and nothing pre-packaged or pre-prepaired. And I'm going to donate some money to environmental groups, and a local place called Wolf Park, and will probably adopt a wolf (or, at least what they call adopting a wolf).