day 50

I had my first day of physical therapy last Friday. The guy's name is David and he's actually a real cool guy so it's not a bad time when I go there. He said it was healing really well which was encouraging for me, but he also said it will probably be another 2 or 3 weeks.

Why is it that everything seems to just fuck itself up all at the same time. Parents came back which is cool. Back to everything fucking up. I still have no fucking money and everything seems to break. My bong broke a little back which I was going to replace. My fucking vacuum cleaner, which was like 200 dollars, broke so I have to take that to get repaired hopefully. My fucking room smelled like dog piss when I finally came back to the house. Steam cleaned my rug and the room still smells like dog piss. Fuckin Jeff broke the vacuum but obviously I will be the one to pay for repairs. I.

Seriously fuck. There is really nothing going my way right now. Even if I do start working I have so much debt that I have to pay off and things I need to do it will take at least 2 months of solid working to get stable.