And if this don't work, I'm doing to church....

It's freakout time again, but I'm totally going to blame this on the move and the crash diets.

I have thirty dollars to see me through Roadhouse tonight and whatever else Matt wants when he gets in on friday.

It looks like I won't get paid until saturday because I forgot to do my direct deposit form, and they mail the checks out. It's only a one week check, but I could stay stocked in smokes and tortilla chips and salsa. Fml, kinda.

I miss my cat.

I miss summer.

I miss my boyfriend, even though I see him in three days and I just saw him two weeks ago.

Less than an official week in town, and I'm already bored. The new people at work are cool but weird, and I am not sure if a semester without strangulation can happen.

I still don't work with Clara. Thank God for even the smallest of blessings, I suppose.

Living the dream.
Living the dream!
Living the dream?

Seems to be the theme of today.

Its still cold in here, like I remember.

I should clean my room.

I should do a lot of things.

There is a huge spider on the window.