Ouch.

Well, just a little post for now. It's been a bad few days. Well, a really bad few days. A few days made drearier by the horrid singing coming from above me. I can forgive that though. This might serve to reiterate what morgan has already said, but I guess you get to hear it from my point of view this time. We have no jobs. I'm not sure if there exists any jobs for us. Everyday is a search for employment, and everyday is a kick in the pants when you open up the rejection letters and see that indeed, nobody would like to hire us. I've stopped looking for help wanted signs and instead we've started a sort of smear campaign, tossing resume after resume at potential employers, hoping for someone to get sacked so that one of us might have a chance at some kind of income. Gosh golly. What do I do mom? I woke up today with a good amount of blood on my pillow, and a hole in my cheek. I'm not sure what to do. (not about the cheek). The only consolation I have is that nobody else here can get a job either. I'm having a hard time being silly in anyway right now. I can see why england is angry right now. I'm not sure what to do. The good news is... I love canada! ha. No. No. No. Not sure what to do. Things just aren't working out. Not at all. Things are bad.

I must be off.
This is my mom as a zombie. Sorry mom.