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Feeding the Lwa tonight, in a brand new black and red bowl I bought for just the occasion. I've been an extremely bad one, as I haven't done this in a long time. No wonder my luck's been so poor lately. This needs to be mended. And soon. Maybe I'll buy a new bottle of rum with my next paycheck and really suck up to them for my behaviour.

My brain is more than a bit tired out, though it hasn't really been brought out and trotted around the block this entire weekend. I think it's more extreme physical exhaustion (shovelling snow two days in a row), than anything.

I refuse to move my car from its cleared space because the second I do so, I KNOW some schmuck will swoop down and steal my and the Engineer's hard work away from us. And there's no where else on the street cleared out enough for my car to fit.

Tomorrow, I'll write more. At the moment, I'm just too tired and in need of a long, hot shower.

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FUCK FUCK FUCK

I LOST MY GODDAMN WALLET

AND IT HAD MY MOTHERFUCKING RENT MONEY IN IT

FUCK FUCK FUCK

*edit*

I know exactly where it is.
However, when I called about it, they said they couldn't find it. And that it might be in the office, but they can't get in there for another hour because whoever has the keys to the office is coming in then.

If I don't get this back, I am so far beyond screwed that it's not even funny. My ATM card is in there, my mother's ATM card is in there, my credit cards, my ID. My rent money, which I haven't had a chance to take to the bank for deposit because of all this goddamn snow, is in there. My money for the week. GODDAMNIT.

pleasepleaseplease let it be in the office.

I am so fucking stupid.

>:O

Well.

My wallet wasn't in the office of the diner. I do know exactly where I left it, though. On top of the claw machine in the diner's lobby. Fucking claw machines. I always knew they were out to get me, since I was so good at getting things out of them.

So, some slap happy asshole is currently whooping it up with my rent money. THANKS, FUCKER! GLAD TO BE OF SERVICE!

I hope whoever it was that picked up my wallet, and decided to not be a standup guy and you know-TURN IT IN, gets an absolutely scorching case of chlyamydia.

The kind where they're too stupid to figure out that they've got an STD and thinks it's just a urinary infection, so they don't do anything until they realize their shit is turning black and about to fall right the fuck off.

Pissfuckers.

I'm so mad at myself right now, it's not even funny.

I was the dumbass that left my wallet.
I was the retard that forgot it.
I was the numbskull who got too distracted by oohshinyshinyshiny! to realize I left my wallet on top of the stupid claw machine. Fucking birdbrain.

I've frozen my bank accounts, my mother's account, and two credit cards so far. Tomorrow, I need to go to DMV and get a new driver's license, which is most definitely going to be an enjoyable time.

If anyone needs me, I'll be in the clocktower.