12.21.2001 || 10h30

Crock

Craptacular. Another two chapters, plus one more (presumably the last) on the way. I'd better do my X-mas shopping fast... Oh wait! No money. Right, I'd forgotten about that...

I'm making spells as gifts for 3 people. They cost very little, and they take a tonne of forethought. Everyone else, I'll just have to catch when I have SOME money.

Oh, which reminds me. The government has elected not to give me anything for the period of 25/11/01 to 08/12/01. Oh well, more bad news. I'm kind of at the point where I don't really care. Things can only get so stupid before you just say 'Oh um, you know what? Fuck off.' Guess where I'm at? Big hint: I will solve nothing by sitting about and stressing.

but I'm *definitely* not working anymore. Either that, or I'll have to get a full-time job (good luck) because the way I'm doing things now is just costing me too much.

Ugh. What a crock.

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