Quote of the day: "Sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast."- Lewis Carroll

     There are things in the mix, that may or may not work out for me. I suppose. I don't know where I'm going, so it really doesn't matter how I get there, but the potholes still suck.

     I don't have my rent. I won't have it soon, I'm going to have to call my apartment manager. Hopefully I can give them most of it first, then the rest. I'm not sure if they'll be ok with that.

     I may be selling my shitty car, and when combined with selling my furniture, I may be able to buy another car. One that runs. That would be nice. Before you worry, I'm selling my furniture to Becky, but I'm getting her old furniture, so it's not like I'll be sitting on milk crates or anything. I'll be ok, but my apartment will be considerably less pimp.

     Assuming I don't get evicted.

     Also assuming I don't get evicted, I'll have a roommate next month. That should help with bill. And by "should" I mean "will."

     I'm in a weird mood. Maybe I'll rob a liquor store.