Got a very few hours sleep. Went to work. tried to stay awake while putting 6000 nuts and 6000 screws into little packages while the boss played the light jazz station. 3 below outside.
I forsee an endless stream of " went to work.. god am i tired." comics. that'll be my life now.
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except for thursday, when i'll be even tireder, if i go to that goth charity slave auction wednesday. i'm probably too tired to go to the club tonight.
after work i went to my post office box. irs refund from 2003 for $2.02. letter from the irs offering to give me back $3,140.70 of the money they stole from me last year. letters from lawyers and bank
It's more than i can handle right now. I've opened the envelopes, but not gonna think through it all tonight. My 2001 nervous breakdown came on the day i opened and read all those threatening letters.
A check came and I collected rent, so I can pay my rent, or the plumber. I'll have my first paycheck soon.
