FLYERS.

So apparently I'm not camping with my Dad until NEXT weekend. Thought I'd clear that up with you guys first.

Two routes down, one to go. And then I have to deliver them all! All I'm gonna get for a paycheck for this as well as the last two weeks is about $60. That's disgusting. I need a better job...

I have to do a route of 76 houses every week. That means stacking up about 8 flyers and shoving them into a plastic bag 76 times and then delivering them, all within a two-day stretch. But this week I got dumped with an extra two routes, one for 86 houses and the other 100 houses. I've been working for 7 hours today and only managed to get my route and the 100-house route packed and ready to be delivered, leaving the 86 house lot for tomorrow, which I will have to manage around delivering all the routes and having a house showing between 4pm and 5pm.

But yeah...I'm totally dead right now and in one of those moods again sorta. I came up with so many ideas to write a story about and had my iTunes on shuffle at full volume the entire time. Was brutal as fuck. And now I'm lonely as fuck, aside from maybe talking to Sam, though it'd be much easier if she actually used Google Talk rather than just Gmailing me.

Welp, I've really got nothing else to say. I'm gonna sit here for a while cuddling my wolfie, listening to music, and reading a book I finally managed to get my hands on. Then soon I'll go to bed...