I don't have any thank-yous, but I should be unpacking/painting/ and or job hunting

But I'm here at the library to use the internet, (we dont have it yet, because we are poor) and catch up with my peeps. So, back in STL. I have to admit I was starting to miss it already when I was back home, but now that I'm back its not the same, because there is no more 3M, and its just me in an empty apartment. Although Sam decided that it is her apartment too now, and is over frequently. She even spent the night last night, and Ruth decided that there is no way Sam and Will can be at our apartment at the same time, and dubbed the balcony Sam and I's time out spot. She will just lock us out there, although I still think we can have plenty of fun and be hyper in a tiny space hanging 40 ft above the ground.

Speaking of time out's though. I need a time out from life. Seriously. I have like $20 left after paying for cable, and next months rent, and no food. I am poor and starving. But those are the least of my problems. I will surely die from idiocy before long. Yesterday night (or last night, whatever) I severely burnt popcorn, and Ruth threw it on the balcony to get the clouds of smoke out of the kitchen (they obviously didn't bother the fire alarm...good to know) and then like 3 minutes later I was moving a bunch of my "office supplies" to my desk from a box and my stapler squished itself on my finger, and the staple went ALL THE WAY into my finger...I just kinda yelled, "Holy shit! There's a staple in my finger!" and Ruth was on the phone with her mom and came running as I was pulling it out..maybe not the brightest thing to do instantly, but dammit, I had a fricken staple in my finger, the only thing I was thinking about was getting it the hell outta there.

Then Sam came over, and I asked her to lift my bed up a little so I could slide a box out from under it, and as I did so, she lowered the bed, and my scar tissue forming from my burn on my hand all got ripped off along with a few more layers of skin. It hurt. If it wasn't the size of the grand canyon I would need stitches, but I don't think you can get them when you have no skin on your hand to start with.

Okay, so I'm exaggerating a little, but my whole burn scar is ripped off, and will surely scar over again now, but worse.

How in the hell did I think that I (a three year old) would be able to live on my own? I can't even play with a stapler, why would I entrust my own life to myself.

Oh well. I'm learning things. Like how organizing and paying bills is super important...and puncture wounds heal faster than ripped/torn skin...Eh, I better learn how to live now, while I can, or I'll be kicking myself for it when I'm 90--and that's how you break a hip, folks.