So tomorrow we're going to have a staff meeting. Al says that it's time to make cut backs. I really hate that, and it makes me nervous too.
Last night all Hell broke loose at my house. I wish my mom would get back on her meds. I wish my dad would stop taking up for her. I wish this whole business were over. I wish that wishing mattered.
Still looking for an apartment. Every time I find something, something comes up. I wish I made enough to disnecessatate a roommate. I wish some people weren't so goddamn picky. Your first apartment simply isn't going to be your house. Fucking deal with it. If I have to listen to anymore want and can't have/found and don't want, I'm gonna scream. I'm so sick of this.
Fuck it, I'm gonna scream anyway.