i hate to get up early in the morning i hate to get up early in the morning i hate to get up early in the morning i hate to get up early in the morning i hate to get up early in the morning i hate to get up early in the morning i hate to get up early in the morning i hate to get up early in the morning i hate to get up
I'm late. Not with my period, stupid. The rent. Again. Hate that. Don't you? Two months in a row... Last Sunday afternoon was sitting on the bed with the jar where I keep small change, and patiently sorting out quarters, dimes and nickels and putting them into paper rolls. Bankers, they are lazier than you think. They won't take your change if it's not in rolls. If you work in a restaurant, they won't take your cash if the bills are not all with the face up. This week was going to the bank everyday with a few rolls and changing them for paper cash on my way from one job to the next. Tonight, I finally got to the last 40 bucks and finally paid the rent. Already, you think of the next one. Can't help it. I'm not going to see any cash coming my way for the next two weeks. At the same time, I'll be working my ass off. The good thing is I'm too exhausted to burn the dough I do have left.
