i've regressed to the point of begging my mother and father for odd jobs to do around the house in order to come up with some sort of cash flow.  it's like i'm ten years old again.

emotionally, i'm the safest and happiest i've been in, like, two years.  however, on the physical side of things...well, it's not looking too pretty.

i didn't work a single day this week just past.  this coming week, i was only given four hours.  FOUR HOURS.  Monday, from 5-9 pm.  but, i fixed that.  read on to see how.

i've got an interview with v and s on monday at 3:30 pm; right from there, i head into work, hopefully for one of the last times.

here's hoping v and s really needs a new sandwich cook, and that the sandwich cook they need is me.

i picked up my check from work today, and kim was up there.  i wasn't mean to her this time, for whatever reason.  we complained about work for a little while, and then when she heard how little i was working, she offered to give me sunday 3-close.  i was taken aback a bit, to be honest.  i've been so cruel to her in the past (the past meaning up to and including today [and most likely tomorrow]) and this was how she repaid me - by giving me more hours to work.  it made me think about how little i consider her feelings.  but, she never seems to take me seriously - even when i'm sorta being serious.

so, maybe i'll try to be nicer to her.

anyway, yeah.  i'm working a whole six-seven hours more than i otherwise would be, i'm going to dinner and a movie with the girl i love, prom's tomorrow with one of my oldest and dearest friends, it's may, there's eighteen days of school left...things are good, on the whole.  money's tight, but i'm a marxist, so that's not that big of a deal anyway.  it's a necessary evil at this stage in life.  once i get out of bowmansville, it'll be less important.

for the first time, i can look down that road of life that jack kerouac talked about and, rather than seeing a car wreck, noticing just how open and bright things could be.