dolari | Bobby never caught on that he could have bored a hole in himself and let the sap out.

There were lyrics in this space.

That was until I was told my parents will be using my truck till Friday.

So I can't go to Austin.

I can't get a job.

I have a screwdriver in my hand. I wonder if the hand can exert enough pressure to DRILL INTO MY SKULL REPEATEDLY before I pass out. If I can ust get to the grey matter, I could scramble it up good and make life a lot more fun.

It's okay - I figured it out.

It's fate's decision that I should stay home, and be humiliated on a daily basis for crimes against humanity I have done over the last three millenia. I have no idea what those crimes are, but I'm sure they were very very very heinous enough to warrant ,y treatment in the last few years.

It's so simple, I don't know why I didn't see it before.

So, here's a lesson for the rest of the world - Be Nice to Each Other or you could have a life like mine.

That is all. I'm going to lie down for a bit, and try to convince myself this is just the anger talking and not the real direction of my life.