Woke up this morning with one of the worst feelings in the world. Actually sick to my stomach, that still hasn't worn off that much an hour after the fact. I had one of the worst nightmares my whole life, it was pretty short but to the point. Basically the only thing that happened was that my dad had died, and my ex girlfriend was found out and called me to say her condolences, before anyone had bothered to call me about it. Even though she has refused to speak to more for months now. So not only was my dad gone, but I was woken up by this news from someone I have been developing a pretty mean grudge on. (justified or not) The feeling I had was so terrible that I actually had to spend some time in the bathroom hugging the porcelain, trying not to call the moose. I still don't feel very good, and am no one near being able to fall back asleep even for just a little bit.
Got me to thinking about the state of affairs my life is in right now. I was joking with my roommate yesterday about why the world hates me so much. It seems like it's been such a downward spiral since April when I moved out here with such high expectations, and a reasonable chunk of change. I can't believe I burned through so much money in such little time, and have pretty much nothing to show for it. They always say that having money isn't everything, but to those with nothing, not having money is absolutely everything. Got me thinking about something the tour bus guide said about how up until recently, I think, Philly had more millionaires then New York City, or something like that. Sure would be nice if one of those millionaires would bless their communities once in awhile. Break me off a little piece of that "brotherly love" that people talk about, but is rarely seen.
I never thought I would live to see the day where I was actually excited about the prospect of becoming another employee to such a monolithic corporate entity as Starbucks, but at least its a coffee shop and not a bathroom, and at least its a paying job. Got the interview today at 11:30, and if everything goes smoothly I'll hopefully become Starbucks employee 133478937598379208734375. If not then I'm gonna have to turn tail and head home for a month, and work my ass off. I'll probably turn into a recluse too. One man can only stand so much rejection, even if it is just from employers.
Anywho, I think I'm gonna head back to bed and not try to throw up all over everything, maybe stare at the ceiling a little more contemplating what I'll do with the lottery ticket that karma definitely owes me.

One grande mocha frappe coming up!