I was fractions of a hir away from saying fuck it, and going to bed. But no, I had to run my mouth first.

I accomplished 1 of 3 things I had planned for today. A 33% success rate. failure.

I accomplished writing my resume at the public library. The one here is so much nicer than the stupid one in NJ. By miles. No real time limits, and you could download and save to each machine withut special passwords.

My plans of packing came to a screeching halt when checking my bank account for the money I will need to get down south, I came up short. The bank, in all its wisdom did me the "favor" of deducting the next car payment from My account without my prior approval, or notification.

This means what you say...

It means I took it in the ass AGAIN.

Worst case scenario, I have to wait till My GI Bill kicks in after 7 days. If My work hadnt fucked me on My damn paycheck which I shoudl have gotten last week I wouldnt be raving like this.

*takes deep breath*

*exhales saying fuck, really slowly*

Im tired, and emotionally beat.

I dont believe the saying, no news is good news. When I dont get a peep from someone it freaks me out till I do hear everything is peachy keen then I relax. Where are you???????