Good thing about my sleep is it's pretty much always peaceful. And it was just that until Mark knocked on my door this morning. Everything immediately set in. My stomach's in knots all over again. I feel worse about the rent. And I'm actually looking around my room thinking of what I could pawn or something. Ugh! I hate this. I do not want to be awake today.

I'm trying hard to look on the bright side today. To get a lot of work done and make sure things will be taken care of with the hospital bill and my rent. If I had like a couple hundred bucks to give to Mark that would shut him up. I told him last night that Norm's mailing the check and he should get it by Friday. But I know the way things work. Norm either didn't mail it yesterday or something. Then I'll look like an asshole. And rightly so, I guess.