Bed frame.

Saw a metal bed frame on Craigslist for forty bucks. Full size, like my bed, so that's good. Also, it has a  headboard, a footboard, and... canopy rails.
 Well, doggie. I bet I can find something fun to do with canopy rails. There has got to be some fun fabric or skeleton parts or something I can hang from there, to ward off evil or bring evil to me or something.
 I'll get it on Sunday.
WHOA, doggie, paying off these fucking bills is killing me. Went from a thousand bucks to four hundred in two days.
 Rent/utilities/bills. And xmas just around the corner.
I hope I get another bonus.
 SHIt! I'm hungry. Shit, I also want to smoke but stopped a few days ago. I couldn't read through the entire thingy at the meeting.. .without coughing up phlegm.  Decided it was dopey to keep smoking if I hope to audition for a play anytime soon. Or even just chair meetings.
 work sucked today. I'm getting really really sick of being there.
The machine is hooked up now, w00t! However, it's thrown me into a  horridly discombobulated state: in order to put the machine in, we had to move everything around. I have NO ROOM to prep. NO where to put dishes once they are out of the machine.
 It's nuts. I felt like I was on the edge of a cliff all day and I just wanted to push someone over.
I will call the dishwasher CLAIRE as I have named all previous dishwashers. (As in: Frankie and Johnny in the Claire De Lune). Long story.
 I used to name all my trucks Claire.  But that stopped. Since then I have only named dishwashing machines Claire.
 I know that C. would understand.
Can't get her out of my mind lately. I wake up expecting her to be there. What the fuck?
 Gawd, I think I may have to go to the mental health center and 1) talk to a counselor (because really, who else is there to talk to) and 2) get some anti-depressants.  I feel like if you touched me I'd crumble into a pile of black ash.
 What in the world can I do to entertain myself? I may have to break down and get a hobby. But what?
It's hard to have a hobby when you are just not giving a flying shit about anything because you are too fucking tired to move.
 OH GAWD, I have got to find another job and stop fucking whining about this one, it's insane. Seriously!
 I have to go through the phone book and write down every security company in town.  Weiser is supposed to be pretty low key... *SIGH*