I have a lot on my mind.

It's 10pm and I should probably go to sleep.

There's a chicken chalupa on the other side of the wall that's been trying to sweet-talk me for hours.

My mom won't heat the room I've been in all day, because she says she can't afford it.

Even though gramma just bought a heater that uses just ten cents worth of electricity per day when run all day.

On top of the fact that gramma is also now paying her hundreds in rent per month.

And she's been getting $25 per week from me.

I'm going to the dealership (hahaha!) with Cameron tomorrow to buy a sewing machine.

Then to his long lost (thanks to his mother) sister's house for a visit.

I really shouldn't eat that taco.

I shouldn't eat anything at all this close to bed.

It probably tastes like shit after sitting for so long anyways.

I haven't seen Niki in ages.

She never even tried to get a hold of me when she got back in town.

Actually, she never tries to get a hold of me.  I always end up seeking her out.

I think my stomach wants to growl.

I ran out of healthy food.  Basically.

I have two carrots and a lemon.  And a chalupa.  Fuck.

I'm not going to like weekdays at work without Debbie.

Fridays and Saturdays are the only time the other girls are there when I am.

I'll get so lonely.

They better hire me a friend.

I'm tired.  I'm going to bed.  Hopefully the taco won't catch me on my way there.