About anything anymore. I'm leaning on a fire hydrant looking at my useless car as it sits here in that middle of an intersection. Totally useless. I hit a curb. Fucked up the cv joint and everything connecting the tire to the car. Somehow.

Somehow.

To boot, I started a temp job yesterday which was nice up until today when my already 4 hour days were cut short. In hopes of getting hired on. I left my old job for this. I was sent home early, and this happened.

No car, no money to fix it, barely a job, and even less of one than I had, and the way in which I made extra cash was by...driving. I was happy, for a day. Monday. I truly was in better spirits. I really was. I was giddy, feeling good, looking good, I sent it to a park, saw a view. But it only lasted a day. Now the job isn't looking good, my car is fucked, and I never got the chance for a solid check to fix it. Also, now nowhere to play or write. I love my life.

and all before 12. Not a bad days work. Expect the worst from me soon.