I wanna go back to goin crazy

Met with the manager for the store I want to work at today. Then proceeded to have a panic attack under the assumption she hated me and was going to send me to damnation with WDEM until such time as she is fired. I will outlast her at the bux. This seems likely. Because I always look at the bright side of life.
But then again-OM (other manager) didn't call asking me to drop off my pass to the downtown parking garage so maybe I'm just silly. Maybe I'll at least get a repreive from WDEM which would be quite nice. One that maybe lasts until PAM (pleasant assistant manager) gets promoted by default of WDEM's dismissal and subsequent suffering for her multitude of sins against her "partners"
The sister graduated today. I sang a special song I wrote for her "Hey hey you graduated! Woo you won't go to school no more! You're free! Oh yes you won't go to school oh no oh no!" I worked on this song for months to get it right. She'll be homeless in 7 days so she should come stay with me and make money playing for tips on Broadway. She'd get extra tips for being female and cute as opposed to most of the people busking down there. She'd probably make more money than me. Then we could buy lots of Thunderbird wine and the fact that we both are outrageously in debt and educated in fields that don't exactly inspire people to hire us would matter a lot less. We sang a quick chorus of Three Little Birds and I told her "you may not feel better but the damn song will be stuck in yr head for 6 days after you hear it so you'll start to think it might be the case. Least that's my theory."
Began the monumental process of cleaning my one bedroom apartment today. Got the kitchen and bathroom cleaned and the bedroom is certainly in a better state-tho it's still-something not quite clean enough. The living room looks like it qualifies for disaster relief. But I'll get to it before the end of this week. Or I won't be allowed to go see Revenge of the Sith. See, I am very strict with myself. Sadly, I can't say I've found my passport or title or SS Card or anything. But well, such is life. I can only hope it isn't in the hands of a person unscrupulous. As that would be terribly sad and I would be short an identity as it would've been thefted.
That's really about all from the front. Speaking of front. My front door doesn't seem to respond well to being locked or unlocked. So every time I leave the house I am faced with the quandry as to whether it is a bigger pain to deal with the lock that may lead to me going in through the window (that's how I got in Sat after the party-and none of my neighbors noticed or if they did they were not phased by someone crawling in my window at 1am) or leave the house open (course there is the dog to guard the locale). Big excitement here in the medium sized city.