Shit happens

The week was looking great, I was getting half of my chores done and moving on to some more helpful stuff. Then I lost my wallet. It fell out of my biking pants because the pocket was too small. Nowthat just hindered everything that I can do. I had $200 in it.

Swore for a while and went out for coffee with my petite romanian roomate. It made me feel a bit better, at least I am focused on what to do next… Get all the cards back.

Ironically, I just picked up someone elses' wallet off the side of the road 2 days ago and is ready to contact him. This incident just depressed me so much that I don't feel like accomplishing anything.

Plus my dance partner cut the practice short again saying she has to go home and study. When I do call her to tell her to book the hotel using her credit card, she wasn't there. Never called me back for the whole night either. Why is she lying?

Monday, there's an exam for a government's service agent position that pays 41k per year. It lasts from 8:30 to 3:45. Can I handle all these? Yes, I have to go on.