I hate money. Hate it. If I never saw money again it would be too soon.
I paid for my flight to America yesterday and now I'm broke. Well not completely broke. I have just enough money to go to work and eat spaghetti or ramen until payday. I am not happy. Actually I feel quite sad.
Being sad makes me tired which is why I probably passed out on my bed immediately after eating my spaghetti last night. I think I may have been snoring loudly cause my roommate came and shut my door.
Speaking of my roommate, she is sick. I don't think she is gonna die or anything, but I can feel her coughing through the floor. She sounds like a semi-truck that will not start.
So much money. I can't even get my thoughts together.
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