Maybe next time they can lower our salaries too. Yeah, that'd rock.
I have to go sell some blood, or become a gigolo or something, so I can afford to eat next week. G'nite. (I'd have better luck trying to sell my blood, I think, so I'll go with that.)
(Yeah, I'm not happy about this, can you tell? Sigh. I guess life hasn't been frustrating enough recently. I will survive this, somehow, and when I come out I will be strong as Hercules, assuming Nietzsche knew what he was talking about. Either that or I'm wrong and I'll be dead. :P I should write up a will, dictate how my debts will get split when I die.)