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I really am on a bullet to train to somewhere.
I'm still about two weeks to homelessness. I got 22 bucks to my name until... well, I don't know. I have the dogs fed, a half of tank of gas in the car, and so far, no eviction notice - and I don't in heavens name know why I have internet, I haven't paid those people in five months. A box of pasta and two jars of sauce should last me for a week, maybe two, and I think I may be able to con the utilities to keep on the power for a week more, maybe a week an a half.
But let me tell you what was.
Friday, I had a interview in Hickory. I headed to the interview but suffered a blow out on the way up - a fucking thing with a nail flew out from the back of a semi in front of me. I hit it and BOOSH, I ran off the road. I pretty much lost all my marbles at that point. I changed the tire and called the company, asking if I could push it back 30 minutes and explained my situation. So, at 9:30 when my interview was at 10, we rescheduled my interview to 1:30. So I toodled back home and recurled my hair, had a water, and tried to relax. I scheduled a lunch with a friend in Hickory for after the interview, and I couldn't convince him he didn't have to buy. Men just don't want to listen. I fiddled around some more, and confirmed a.... (GAK) date for that evening. Yes. We'll get to that.
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