I have $2.00 until Friday.

Two old-ass Budweisers in the fridge. Three cigarettes. No weed.

This is not good.

I don't know whether to vomit on my own face or cry.

And I have to wake up, get to work, pretend to not hate the world, and then go home and do it all over again.

I think I may have to drink the rest of those beers to get through the next hour. Fuck this shit.