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Day 4. April 27th 08: Gonna Work It Off
The worst kind of work is housework. I mean theres lots of things to
clean in a house, thats why I got an apartment. Its very tiny so theres
not much to do. I went out to eat today thinking how fortunate I am
to have so little things to do. I ate all I can eat. Satisfied, I got out my
wallet to pay for the meal. And poof, a little imaginary piece of dust
popped out and said "Your so stupid, I'm gonna kill you."
By the word dust I think you guys realized I had no money.
Have you ever heard of, "When in Rome do as the Romans do?" or
"If you cant pay for it, work it off?" Well, when the owner said to
either work it off or go to jail, I felt just like the poor sap who
experienced what I'm going through now and made that quote.
He must have been very, very sorry he didn't take his right wallet.
And then I had to wash dishes, lots of them. I just realized the worst
kind of housework is washing the dishes. I better go write it down in
the "I'm Never Gonna Do This Again Or Ill Kill Myself" book.
Day 4 ended. Status: pitiful