...and thus, I ought really to go to sleep. Tomorrow is my first day of washing dishes at a cafe in the village thing where I live, and I need a plain black shirt, which I don't have. I'm going to have to get up at stupid-a.m and scour town for a shop that sells cheap shirts, because I have no money because I have no job and thus we are brought smoothly back to having work in the morning. I phoned my boss and asked if it would be inappropriate to wear a black t-shirt with 'The Beatles' emblazoned across the chest (as a side note, when is it ever inappropriate to advertise John, George, Paul and Ringo?) and he replied 'a plain black shirt, Faith' and hung up on me. Ultimately, I can see me breaking a nail during washing duties and then never going back, but if I want to go out tomorrow night, then I need some funds.
DARN YOU, EXTERIOR PARTY EMPLOYMENT.
DARN YOU, PREVIOUS FINANCIAL SITUATION.
DARN YOU, DESTITUTE EXTENDED FAMILY.
I am also smelly from an hour of kickboxing.
Over and out.
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