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I need a second job. It's very very very expensive to live around here. I keep going over and over my finances trying to figure out how to afford an apartment WITH utilities and still have the internet and a phone and not have someone come take my car away (or have it run out of gas) (or have to stop eating entirely). Had a lovely panic attack about it this afternoon.

Adding to the stress is the huge disaster area the house has become, which is a natural result of dragging 30 years worth of useless, dusty crap out of a storage closet and trying to figure out if any of it is worth saving.

American Idol stinks like poo.