#140

so i'm laying in bed after a long day of running around. a pointless trip to the doctor's office, a class that i was in for literally fifteen minutes because of the pointless trip to the doctor's office, going to work, only to get cut, but still be in the store to wait for naquan, who i called and rushed to get to soho four hours before he was originally supposed to get there. the economy's shot to hell. now these bastards want to fuck with my money.

i got a B on massa's quiz! go me!

i'll finish this tomorrow. headache kicking in.