Warning: This post contains language. If your sensibilities can't handle that then go the hell away.

I should've gone with my instincts this morning and stayed in bed. I got around for class on time, but I forgot my book, so I had to come back and get it, which made me late. So I sped to class. And got pulled over. And now I have to come up with $117 to pay the ticket. Fuck, man. I don't know where I'm going to come up with that. My mom said she'd pay it, but she can't really afford it either and, hell, I'm going to be 30 soon and I really don't need to be running to my mommy to bail me out whenever I get in trouble. And I swear, when you tell the hi-po that you are indeed in a hurry, they poke along as slow as they can writing up your ticket. The whole ordeal took ten minutes. What the hell takes so long? One more minute and I'd have missed the quiz entirely, and not been able to make it up because class was dismissed immediately after. And that, my friends, is the clincher. I didn't even need the fucking book.

Sometimes I hate my life.

So now I really have to pinch every penny, which means I can't afford to drive in to my sister's classroom just for the sake of visiting. Have to save up so I'll be able to afford the commute in January when it starts counting for a grade again. On the upside, since I'm stuck at home now I have plenty of time to write. Be careful what you wish for, right? Feh.