Jobless = crap

I gave her the $20 in my wallet. She gave me guff about it. I told her it was all I could do and that I was expecting more on this paycheck. I keep hoping more will show up on the next one.

In any case, I'm too tired to bitch about it right now.

Next entry ---
-paying her
-Bella's new sleeping habits
-tree
-father's day pictures

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