  A year ago I was a nanny in the City. There were two children, a seven year old and a five year old. They played Grand Theft Auto on the playstation. The youngest kid refused to use "I", it was "Me want this, Me no like that.
" The older kid tried to go home with his friends when I came to pick him up at school. The daddy of the the kids put the moves on me, and the mom paid me once, for two days, although I worked for her for close to two months, 12 hours a day. Went to the Labour Board about wages not paid, and it looks like they're going to close my case, because they moved. A lot. At night. With a lot of unpaid bills. For example, they owe a day-care center tab of about four grand. They owe me about 1200, and it looks like I'm not going to see it, unless I can come up with where they're at before April.
Bloody hell. In other news, might go back to busking to bring in some extra dough, but have fallen short of putting up the posters. The vim is gone, the desire to peddle the trade is gone. Need the cash, though, but I wonder if I still have the skill necessary to busk. Blegghhhh. I'm in a funk. Funky funkmeister of the funky planet funkfunkfunk. Haven't been writing.. Whaton earth do i write about? Ugh. I'm going to take a bath. 
