Two days into a rough week. Went back to work after a three week vacation (read: bender) and shook all morning. There are mice in my apartment. I need to armor myself with gloves and liquid courage and take out the house they made in my pantry...but I'm scurred.

I'm down to the last of my money and just realized today that I needed to figure out how to afford gas, alcohol and rent next month.

Fuck it. I've got CA, my dog, Burnett's and this reminding me of happier times. Cheers, fucktards.

Edit: I've regretted more than a few things I posted here the next day but I left them because they're honest. So I'm gonna say this now, and probably regret it tomorrow: It's funny. Downvotes on this post (even on Frostysauce's comment? Really?) are making me rethink the few downvotes I've given in this subreddit. I hopefully assume y'all just don't like the link.

We aim to be supportive here, assholes. I'll think twice about posting the tribulations of a true CA next time.

Like I was saying. Fuck it.