Tired.
So I'm looking in the mirror and I'm frowning because my shoulders are all out of wack from my broken bone. One of my shoulders is actually closer to my head than the other. I fear when I go in tomorrow to get it checked out they'll tell me that they'll have to rebreak me and put metal in me, but not in a cool way like wolverine. If this happens I'm out of work for god knows how much longer, and I'm already piss poor.
So I'm worried about the following things:
My prognosis
Money
My job(s)
Money
I hate worrying about money. I'd suggest adopting something like bananas as currency, but the letter I wrote to the government regarding said fruit currency has never been answered. Fuck those assholes.
So I'm worried about the following things:
My prognosis
Money
My job(s)
Money
I hate worrying about money. I'd suggest adopting something like bananas as currency, but the letter I wrote to the government regarding said fruit currency has never been answered. Fuck those assholes.