I'M FUCKED FOR NOW, BUT I'LL FIGURE IT OUT.
I'm sitting on my bed and there's noisy rock n' roll playing in the living room. My white kitty is at the foot of the bed and I think he knows I feel sad. He's lost some weight and I keep telling him that I'm not going to let us starve to death. The service industry is for suckers. I won't mind if I never have to say, "what can I get for you?" again in my life. Sure, getting fired is rough, especially when you have zero savings, but sometimes, it turns out for the best. Father says I'm just going to have to knock on some doors and make things happen. He also advises that I not go back to school until I really want to. And what if that's in Seattle two years from now? Well, that's fine too. It's hard to pull myself out of misery, espcially when I have hardly left the house, but god damnit, my friends are fucking good.