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Scratch that. It’s not really a job, it’s a scam. And we’re out of food, since I just ate the last of it (a packet of lipton chicken noodle soup.) Damnit, I really should know better than to have hope. Or was that expectation? I’m still not quite clear on that conversation.

I’m so completely drained. We’ll figure something out, as always, but fuck am I tired of the whole thing.