I went to work today and found out that one of my co-workers is in Charter (a drug/mental rehabilitation center) for trying to kill herself! Nobody tells me these things... and I guess I sort of considered her a friend. Apparently she's been on coke for six months. I don't know if that has anything to do with it, but I'm sure it didn't help. Gah. I'm glad I didn't get hooked on the stuff. Mental hospitals are boring.
Brandon left today to go to some Catfish festival (yawn) with Jimmy, Billy, Derek, and Shawn. I'm sure they'll video tape the hilarity.
For now, I'm just sitting at home wishing that my parents had left something other than ramen and wheat bread in the house. Preferrably money. I'm starving! My paycheck went to this stuff:
and the rest I have to save for my Florida trip. And before you go saying, "Well why didn't you spend that money on food"... I got my check the morning my parents left and I didn't know we didn't have any food until I tried to eat the next day.
Brandon thinks my parents hate me.
I think he's right.