Kostova

I am in a house that is not my own sleeping in a bed I do not own showering with water that is not mine. I am on my own except not really at all so why the hell am I so god damned tired and constantly ready to crash?

This job can't really be taking that much out of me, can it?

And I still have to type and type and type but it's oh so hard to stay focused in typing because the topic is oh so uninteresting. But money is money and I need it right now, especially if I plan to visit certain people again and drag others out to Ohio with me, which by the way, amazing price on that room, really do not know how the hell that managed to happen! Except, how the hell am I supposed to fit four people in my car, especially when all my life's possessions are in it!?

Guess I can move them out... and possibily hide them under Alex's bed where the rest of my life is. It is ever so humbling to live out of a suitcase. But it's also kind of exciting in a way. Oh shoot, I forgot about that damn phone bill. That's coming up soon now isn't it... Drat. But I'm working my ass off every day for this crazy woman at the golf course, so money really should stop being a problem assuming I don't get any more tickets and my car stays in one piece.

I was going to try and be whimsical and philosophical this evening, but I am drained beyond all reason and that bed is looking mighty mighty fine.

He has me slightly worried now, and I miss playing with his hair. Probably won't be able to get together again until his graduation however *sadface*

Oh well. Time for sleep in a strange lady's bed.