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I feel crappy today. Just mentally funkified. Even the Red Hot Chili Peppers can't bring me up. I guess there are several factors. I'm broke. I have tons of gifts to knit for Christmas and I haven't gotten the first one done. The posh B&B we were staying at in Amsterdam had a pipe bust that flooded the place, so now we have to find another place to stay-on New Years, it might be impossible. I need new glasses. My car needs an oil change. The car tags expire this month. Listening to my MP3 player at work-for some reason, I put alot of depressing songs on there, so upon leaving, I felt like slitting my wrists. Well, at least it drowned out all of the drama going on in the surrounding cubes. Why can't everyone mind their own business like I do? The earbuds give me an excuse to ignore everyone. Renita will email me if something important comes up...

LOST was good last night. I realized it's not coming back on until February-originally, I thought it was January. Kate and Sawyer screwing in the bear cage was nice-I wonder if he gave her a fish biscuit afterwards...do these people ever think about birth control? I guess it happens all the time. Girls getting knocked up because of spur-of-the-moment sex. Well, if you just stayed on the pill even when you're not having sex, then these things wouldn't happen. There are exceptions, but in most cases the pill is 99.9% effective. And carry some condoms if you're going somewhere where there might be some hot asses. Sure, those may break, but doubled with the pill, your chances of getting preggers are slim. How the hell did I get on this topic?

So what's a poor girl to do? In order to pay these bills, I had to do a pass-a-payment on my car loan. It is $50 to do this, but worth it-cheaper than getting a ticket for expired tags, or wrecking your car because you can't see without glasses, or the engine blowing up because your oil filter is in massive need of changing. Sometimes I hate being single. One income is not enough to take care of all these things. Of course, it could be ALOT worse. But I'm allowed a pity party every once in a while. And besides-I do have to spend money on frivolous things occasionally (like my trip to Europe) because one only lives once. So far as I know. I would hate to spend every waking minute at home and work. That's not living. I have $12 in my checking account and I'll probably spend every penny of it tomorrow night on drinks and a burger at Rick's Place. Because I could die on Saturday and it would be sad to think I spent my last night on Earth at home alone on a Friday night. Instead, I'll spend my Thursday night alone watching CSI. Unless I fall asleep on the couch with the cats...