Three months ago, I became a near-prisoner in this house. I have no money and nowhere to live. It was sort of a given that I would end up back in the house.
But with my sisters departing in 24 and 48 hours respectively, I think I may have to either clean the place down or write a novel to keep busy. Getting a job seems difficult-working on that. I'll be applying for school tomorrow (hopefully).
I'm going to go nuts here unless I find something to do.
Very tired now, and I think I'm going to go crash out before Sara conks me awake at 3 AM when she gets out of bed.
Ta,
Bec
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