"Good morning America, how are you?

...I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done."

I'm so scared of tomorrow... next week... the beginning of may. I wish I could stop time or something; it'll just have to stay April 25th until I'm ready for "tomorrow". I feel like I'm losing my mind. I'm afraid the next few days will be unbearable, I'm afraid of what will happen... "I'm afraid... I'm afraid... I'm... afraid."

I am somewhat prepared, I guess. I bought myself a present with the $20 I made from my 2.5 hour job training bullshit that ended suddenly when the Russian boy called to say it isn't going to work out. I wouldn't have wanted to work with those pretentious morons [who should not be owners of a coffee shop] anyway.

I also took another employment test for the Census Bureau yesterday. In fact, it was the same test, same form letter, same questions, even the same old man who was giving it. It was only me and another guy taking it this time, who actually knew where Dalmatia was! which is very rare even for people living in the same county.

Why did I have to take this test again? I don't know, but it doesn't matter to me because it was easy; the insult-to-my-intelligence type. And hopefully this means getting a job with them will be a for sure thing. Although, I feel like I've been saying this a lot lately...