Still digging the job. My financial woes are still, well, woeful. I’m getting behind on payments and Uncle Sam sent me a letter that I have yet to read (my mail is being forwarded to my dad’s house while I find a permanent living arrangement and he told me the IRS sent a letter … that can’t be good). I was bummed for about 20 minutes but then I recovered. I guess all this hard work is kicking off my endorphins. Woot!

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