Too bad we just cut down that money tree back there. Epic fail on our part.
I'm almost at the point of tears because I'm past the anger and I still feel powerless. My family doesn't have any money. I can't go to my grandparents for money. I'm already working 40 hours a week. I give any more to The Man and I lose my writing. My back is against the fucking wall.
How long of working at McD's will it take me to make $3,000? And you know I'd end up working graveyard which will totally fuck with my performance at my real job. Not to mention I'd need happy pills and a lot of booze in the meantime. I can't do that.
