I got a job at Dixon’s Garage. I never thought I’d get to use my degree in engineering after the world went to shit. Well, I minored in it, majored in Creative Writing. Maybe I can submit somethin’ to a magazine or whatever. God, I need cash. I don’t have enough to buy food and water for the week. I just need to wait til Sunday for my paycheck. I’ve been takin’ extra shifts, but I don’t even know what my wage is. Hopefully it’ll be enough for food and supplies for the week. Maybe Coach’s will have some odd jobs they need done.
My uncle got a place at the Eights today. A bit of a confrontation with the Landlord, but everything turned out okay in the end.
Fuck, I’m so tired. I just want to sleep in a bed; not a fucking tent in the woods.2