broken, 27

So my days keep running together and things get worse instead of better. It doesn’t seem to matter how hard I work to get someplace. I’m spinning my wheels, stuck in the mud.

I need a miracle. It’s less than a week until the 75th and it’s looking like I won’t be able to go. I paid $500 to replace the exhaust and muffler on my car and paid the last of my bills for the month. I have less than $200 to my name and won’t be getting a good paycheck on Friday like I should have been because the pharmacy shafted me on hours. So yeah. I’m bummed beyond words. I had only this to look forward to for a month now and now it doesn’t look like I’ll actually get to go. This sucks. It absolutely sucks.

Of course Dos (my new nickname for the Quinn I work with) has been playing hot and cold but now I know why. He does like me and likes hanging out with me but he’s afraid of things getting weird because we work together. So I’m going to have to sit down and have the "I’m not looking for anything" talk with him and make him stop worrying about stuff like that.

That’s it for now, I hear my food pulling into the driveway and I’m hungry as hell right now.