I can't sleep. Granted I live in my tiny car, but that's besides the point. I have an interview for a job tomorrow. It's crucial that I get this job. I am flat broke. I'm actually starving. My little car is bit by bit falling apart. There's so much riding on this interview, that I just can't sleep. I'm really very tired, but I can't sleep. Sleep deprivation is a form of torture. That's exactly what I am...tortured and not just by mosquitoes. Life is really hard. It's like the lyrics in the song by Marmalade: the world is a bad place a bad place a terrible place to live, oh but I don't want to die!
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