Susan bought me a coffeemaker. Mom gave me her huge, round coffee table that she apparently hates. She was also *gasp* friendly today. She's paying to have my car inspected, too. I was also told I'm not allowed to move into the homeless shelter, because she doesn't understand why I'd rather be homeless than here with her. For the record, I was half kidding when I said that I'd give myself a year before the shelter.

I applied for a job at Wawa, so I can be one of the cool kids who works 2nd/3rd shift at Wawa. I don't think there's even anything else to say. Everyone I know has worked at Wawa. Maybe I'll at least get free coffee...?