Broke. And AIDS.

HOLY BALLS! Could it be? It's... SUNNY? ON MY DAY OFF?!?!

Here's the clincher: Dr. Tran is officially running on empty (which means I have enough gas to get to the gas station and back) and I have $60 (that's two complete tanks of gas) to my name until (HOPEFULLY) my direct deposit kicks in on Wednesday. If it doesn't, I am gonna seriously be tempted to set my workplace on fire. If it doesn't go through, this will be the SECOND time I've filed and saw nothing from it.

I AM NO LONGER GOING TO BE TEMPTED BY SHOES AND CLOTHES AT WORK UNLESS I HAVE A GIFT CERTIFICATE TO BLOW. And even if I have said gift certificate, I'm not going over it by more than $10. EVER. AGAIN.

That was the only stupid shit I pulled this pay period. Well, that and blowing like $60-some on booze. I should have realized I'd be short on money because this time I had to pay me and my mom's phonebill (since she gave me an advance on it last pay period) AND my storage unit. But noooo! I decided it'd be okay to spend like $40 over my gift certificate that I'd been saving from last month. UGHHHH!

God. Imagine how fucked I'd be right now if I was still ingesting 2-5 Monsters per day. Gross.

Wednesday at midnight. A new budget is going into effect. Srsly.

So today. I have two options. One. Go to the island and go swimming and/or hottubbing. Two. Track Mike down and go to Silvana river. I had a third option, but it involved going to Lynnwood to hang out with Chelsey at her Grandma's condo and go swimming, but that's way too far and gas is a serious hinderance at the moment. GUH.

I dunno. There was mention of a gig/party on the island Saturday night when I saw Terry on Sunday so I might wait until tomorrow night to go see him. But I might have to run an errand with him today... so guh. I dunno. We'll see.

Yup.