$27 to my name.

Getting tested tomorrow. Taking my driving test tomorrow.

The fucks at the school won’t give me a new semester sticker because I haven’t paid for all my classes. Pricks.

I should have gotten it right after I paid for the first class. Kafkaesque fucking bullshit.

I feel fat and unloved.

Terry is still sick. He’s been sick for what seems like fucking centuries.

My wrists are a frothy sea of pain. No matter what I do, the pain just mutates, changes form, hides in the bones, evolves, sharp to burning, burning to sharp.

I’m having a shitty day.

But I did all my math homework. One respite from the bullshit.

I got home just to realize I have class in 20 minutes. Thought I could relax here and collect myself. But no. Another marathon three-hour class in horribly uncomfortable seats.

My back screaming along with my wrists.

I’m going to take 800 milligrams of ibuprofen. Right now. I don’t care if I have a stomach left. This pain is unbearable.