two down, two to go

I'm getting really, really tired of spaghetti with garlic butter

Only two more weeks until I get my first paycheck. I can't believe I have actually survived two weeks with absolutely no money already.

My roommate isn't even trying to find work; he hasn't gone to day labor for a week and a half. I'm getting a bit upset - no, let me correct that, I'm getting absolutely furious - with him. Every day he says he'll go in the morning, but he never does.

I'm on the edge of explosive rage: not a good place for me. If I had bus fare I'd check my ass in to the three-day psych center for a little "vacation".

Fuck the world, except for the few people who occasionally surprise me with unexpected generosity. One such event occurred just five minutes ago. A co-worker walked up and handed me a pack of cigarettes, saying, "pay me back when you get paid." God bless that man.

Gotta go now. I can feel tears welling up in my eyes and I'm sitting in the break room at work. Not a good place to break down (it is the "break room", not the "breakdown room").