I’ve desperately got to get my schedule on days. I’ll only sleep for a few hours whenever the hell I knock off. I’ll get up, get ciggies and soda, and also get my food stamps.

Kim and I both felt shitty and we managed to cheer each other up. I called Bob and gave him all my crazy lines. After I did that, he called Kim, and she, of course, pretended not to know what the hell was going on.