Listening to> Chemical Brothers (feat. Q-Tip) - Galvanize
Reading> Absolutely nothing!
Working On> Writing apology letter to parents asking for money
Film of the moment> Nothing!
I hurt my hand again.
That's what I get for three days work, non-stop. Usually I work for about four hours, but lately 'Bullseye' has been scheduling me strangely. Less hours per week, but up to seven hours whenever I do work. It's added stress on my hand, where I constantly have to use it.
I can't quit either, because I desperately need the money. And I'm going to have to come clean about this to the 'rents and ask for their help. Two days ago a young woman came to my lane with an armful of presents. They were for her mum, who had recently undergone surgery for her tendonitis-plagued arm. They made three cuts in her right arm, and for months she will have to cradle it against her chest until it recovers. I was scared stiff.
Even writing this hurts painfully. I'm quite ashamed that I had to cancel this week's therapy because I could not afford the co-payment of $15 a visit. Nor can I afford the anti-inflammatory pills, as they cost $10 - the exact amount in my account. Linda, the assistant at the therapy center, was kind but blunt. No money, no treatment. *sigh*
Change of topic!
*gaily plops a paper hat onto head* Guess what! Stinky thinks John Cho is attractive! Ha!
Yeah, it's quite surprising. Surprising because Stinky doesn't find Asians attractive. Surprising because I don't find John Cho att-- hey! Just because he's Asian and I'm semi-Asian doesn't mean we're perfect for each other. *glare* But erm, Stinky likes smart guys. And it says here Cho graduated from UC Berkeley *gulps* with a degree in English Lit... Lucky bugger! He must have had fun with that major... *eyes cloud over with thoughts of Woodsworth and Beckett*
And he's 32? Wow.
Hehehe... I bet Stinky doesn't know that.
Change of topic!
Sorry, my mind's all jumpy today. Has this ever happened to you? One night I couldn't sleep because I was frustrated over the day's events. There were two deaf people at the store, at different times mind, who needed my help. I was helpless that I couldn't understand their signals, and even more when they wrote out what they wanted on the piece of paper. 'Oh right, right... you meant where the shoes were.' At home I decided to look up places where I could learn ASL (American Sign Language). There were a few places, but how could I possibly extend even more of my already limited time and money? So imagine the anger that bubbled within me the next day when the same thing happened again! Bloody cosmos! I get it, I get it!
*sighs* What the hell am I doing? I should be writing more coherent stuff, instead of this crap that zigzags across any number of topics. *mutters*
I'm going to bed.
But FIRST!
