11 hours of sleep is never recommended for good reasons. I'm feeling even more miserable than I was when I lost my bloody job. I'm looking at my bank account with it's $3.56 balance and the big black vortex of misery seems to get bigger right in front of my eyes.

I have my smoking habit to think of. I have debts to pay off. This bloody expensive laptop I'm typing on is one huge issue.

I've sent out resumes to all the major hotels here.

Oh my god.

When will this all end, damnit.

I want to go back to being a child again with no worry in the world.