(diaryland) March 22, 2008 - 7:03 p.m.

Theoretically, I have two thousand bucks. In practice, I have thirty-seven bucks. And it's the long weekend so I can't tell my boss that my pay has fucked up. Again. Until Tuesday.

This is torture. It's like if you saw something happening that affects you from behind soundproof, one-way glass.

That's the easter holidays for you.

So I may have to eat my own hair for the forseeable future.

By the way, please don't see Vantage Point at the cinema.