8 days a week.

Blegh and what the fuck is going on here? Seriously.

Got a job doing man work. Should last through the week. But, money.

Eggwhites and coffee all day and sangria with vodka makes this manageable.

And so life on the couch in this fuck-off town goes:

4 minute warning

Back in FL. My car's still a mess. I got greeted with real cigarettes and liquor (see above). I miss Andrew. Should be going to NY tomorrow...but realistically will be the day after.

Phonecalls. Hate making them.

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