We went to the store to buy a seventy-five cent yogurt cup and only had
sixty-three cents. Feels like sh*t. Luckily, there should be money
tomorrow enough to get some food we're allowed to eat. We're hungry
though. Brings back bad memories of living on the street. We're crying.
H*te this life. Is this a starved brain thing that we're having a
meltdown about being about fifteen cents short for something we can eat?