Compounded

I seem to be a magnet for negativity. What is that? When did that happen?

I'm sitting here, house sitting in a swanky Bernal Heights apartment, not doing anything. I have a test tomorrow and everything is due. Ever. The dog here reminds of my childhood pet, Zoe, whose death I was informed of yesterday. May She Rest In Peace.

I'm eating all of their food because they said I could and I lost my food stamp card when my wallet got stolen. And thinking about anything financial makes my stomach hurt.

at least I have Europe to look forward to. 44 Days.