I need a job. I took the time off of work at Bell's in January, but I don't think I can afford to go, let alone know how to get there. Bah.

I think I have now broken almost all of the ten commandments. This should solidify my spot in hell, if I believed in it.

I'm going to go shower and try to brush the dreds out of my hair. And then go to work. And try not to explode.