So here is the deal.

In 61 days it will be June first. I still dont have an exact date for my last day, all they will say is sometime in June.

Yesterday I made a slight financial miscalculation to the tune of 100 dollars. I had the money to cover it, but it sucks pretty bad. My bank account just got kicked in the balls.

Michigan is A-number-one when it comes to the unemployment rate at 7.5 percent. Were number one, were number one.

When I got home today, my roommate informed me that he lost his job today.

I like far to many people in this country live paycheck to paycheck. I need a job with benefits so I can continue to get my anti-depression meds. I need these pills to function.

I wasnt able to spend too much time this past week looking for another job. Im going to have nice check next week due to all the time I had to spend in the lab. I should have 8 or 9 hours of overtime.

Im starting to freak out about this.

I'm going to take the night off. Go forth dear friends and do no harm.