Well, I was having nice dreams this morning, but then I woke up. You know how you can lay in the dark and savor that last bit of dream before the bad stuff creeps up into your thoughts? ::sigh:: Yeah. I woke up this morning, half-remembering my dream.. then I fully remembered why my eyes felt gritty and puffy. Damn, I hate that. There’s only a few things near to being as bad as waking up sick, and one of them is remembering what made you feel like hell the day before. I don’t want to go to work today, but I have to. I need the money again. Fuck. I hate money. It sucks. It sneaks up and bites me on the ass when I’m not looking. So, yeah.. I have to go to work for the money now, and I have no idea what I’ll be doing with my bills for the next month or so. I need to get the $90 back from Megan, and maybe I can keep my cell form another month. I keep running over the ‘if only’s’ in my head. If only I’d checked it earlier. If only I’d remembered to pay the damn rent in the first place. If only I’d have paid the damn bills instead of spending it on the bunny.. If only this and that doesn’t get me anywhere, but I find that I can’t help it.
