That whole not having a car thing? It sucks sometimes. It's a vicious cycle. I don't have a car, so I can't drive to a decent crapjob or flute gigs. Without a job or gigs, I have no money. Without money, I can't buy a plane/train/bus/horse-drawn carriage/zeppelin/pogo stick ticket home anyway. Bah sneh bah gah gih. I would have been happy to go crawling back to Sizz-ears, or even the little grocery store for a couple of weeks. Of course, both places are in Craptown. In Hickville, there is no way for me to make money. So my dad is going to have to pay my rent then. Not that he has any money right now. Not that any of us do. Bah.

I don't know. I'm too tired to care about this right now. That, or I ate too much warm coconut upon making macaroons earlier.

I get to hang out with my sister. I am getting dragged to see the relatives tomorrow.

But most of my books are in Craptown. People are in Craptown and Bumblefuck. I miss people.

I'm going to go send a belated Christmas e-mail to my former Sizz-ears co-worker that lives close to Gradschoolville. She said she might be going to Craptown after Christmas. it might be worth a try.

I'm a little mad.

But I knew this was coming.

Have a lovely night and a lovely Friday everyone. Stay away from warm coconut!

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