I have to go to the fucking bank. I hate going there. I wish I were in school, too. That way I could waste time and not feel so useless. I have to try harder to find a job, because my current hopes are not bearing any fruit. Shit, shit, shit.

I had a minipoem in my head as I was groggy and waking up. But I can't remember all the words. I told it to Rose and she laughed.

The *** silent thinker
*** *** on his feet

It could have been the start of something good. I'll probably never know.

Now it's pouring rain. The bank will have to wait.