Broke, we are broke. I have now in my possession about 50 pesos. That's about 5 dollars. That's all. I have to buy cat-food and sand for the litterbox, so seemingly Momichi will be the one who enjoys the last of our wealth.

Bleh. Whatever. If I don't have enough money to pay the bus tomorrow, at least I won't see the assholes at the office. We can barricade in the apartment and consume all those interesting looking cans in the cupboards until my paycheck comes on the 15th. On the other hand, I doubt they'll pay me if I don't show up. Damn. I can't win. So I'll walk. It's only about 5 miles. Bleh.

And to top things with, we are at 93°. My thoughts are cooking. Help me, I'm on fire.

Registration on Sunday. I'm doing it, and to hell with the rest of the world. I tried to ask Belendor what we're going to do, and he said: 'Don't worry. Leave it to me.' I'm trying to, but still... 50 pesos. Until the 15th. And then what? We haven't paid the rent, we haven't paid the telephone bill...