Holy shit. Fuck every situation I'm in. Actually, no. Fix every situation. Beg him to stay, stop getting my hopes up for her, quit my job tomorrow--fuck August 10th, it's not worth it; also, fuck the cafe for being understaffed, they should hire more people--finish recording this stupid music, read this stupid book, get a haircut, cancel Front Street and try to find another venue that will probably fall through, go to bed.