Day 249: Could shit stop happening so fast? Please? Seriously?

So finally got a call from Sheetz today. Which presses me to get a place. Which presses me to get money. Which presses me to get sick because I'm broke. Because I have groceries to buy. A fucking family to help feed. Laundry that requires liquids and shit to get cleaned. NON EXISTANT furniture. MY HEAD HURTS. I'm stressed. As fuck.