My MacBook has died.

I was initiative... I was... excited... I had finished my Philosophy of Love & Sex report days before it was due. That's a rare occasion for me but I enjoy the class. I knew I wanted the weekend free and more free time to work on my marketing presentation... then in class... watching Harvey Birdman is crashed... I've talked to my friends Dale and Josh who are MacAwesome and it doesn't sound good I'll be taking it back to where I bought it today. The saddest thing about it is all the pictures I'm going to lose. I always looked at them. Not to mention the entire school year's worth of notes.... Now I'll have to bring binders again... and if Apple does get my mac up and running I'm sure they're have fun looking at my porn stash and dream journal entries.

I almost have no money. I have a roll of quarters and with gas being 1.12 a litre I don't think I'll be going to school much this week. Mother was supposed to lend me some cash until my income tax came in but I don't even have the money to go pick that up. It's a huge mess trying to get help... I mean. I don't feel like dealing with anything... and when I don't it just makes it worse but I can't seem to help it. It's so stupid what bothers me and what doesn't... and what is the most stupid is how hard it is for someone who has my problem to get help... I got a referral why do I have to deal with 45902836093647 docs appointments before someone can actually see me? I'm playing doctor tag and I'm sick of it. I almost don't care if I get help. I go to my docs I get what I need I call people back and they tell me to go back to the docs to get more... thing is my doctor is so busy so I'm waiting weeks in between that time while I'm off work and poorer and poorer by the minute. My income tax return which was supposed to give me a vacation in Vancouver is probably going to be money I need to sustain myself now.

Ugh.

This better all be worth it. Time for me to go try and deal with life. Wish me luck.