I am about one negative event away from a full-blown panic attack.
I am on the verge of tears.
I have no money.
The gynecologist didn't deposit my check (from five weeks ago) until Friday, so my rent check may be short. And I still have to find a way to get my piano from Santa Cruz to Turlock this weekend. With no money. No vehicle it will fit in. And one day that people will be able to help me.
I am seriously fucked.
And not in a way that is at all pleasurable.
If I had time I would be at the gym right now. But I don't. So I'm stuck working and doing homework semi-simultaneously while almost hoping I spontaneously drop dead so I don't have to feel like I'm either going to cry (bad option) or throw up (worse option).
On the upside, I'm so stressed out I don't think I can eat anymore. The reason this is an upside is that I don't have money for food until Tuesday.
Good thing I bought cat litter before I needed it. Otherwise I would be training Hunter to shit in the toilet right now. And to be honest, judging from the retarded way he pees in his litter box, I don't know that he could handle it.
I need to a) get drunk, b) get laid, c) find some woods to unleash primal screams in, or d) acquire a dying rich relative/significant other willing to leave me some money. Upwards of or around $200 would do.