Being a writer and musician, I am poor. Scraping by on occasional factory work, freelance writing gigs, and welfare payments for years trained me to become a blackbeltbudgetmaster. I find it a little disgusting.
My gift to myself this Christmas was planning absolutely nothing on Boxing Day so I could devote eight hours to Tabula.
Night wanderings in the graveyard were a common adventure. Standard "teenage who dresses in black and is angsty" hangtimes.