Fuck!

After months of reassuring phone calls, Nevada has decided that they’ll be going another way.

At least they called me and let me know like they said they were going to, instead of having me wait an entire week until I called them.

Oh well, additional part time Pizza Hut gigs are secured and I’ll soon be living in squalor to get by, after having to sell my house and pay my deadbeat ex-wife exhorbitant amounts of alimony because I was considerate enough to support her for two years. It just goes to show that, though things look rough at times, the American dream pays off.

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