I move into a new house on the eighteenth, have surgery on the nineteenth, and start school on the twentieth. After the 7-day experience that I called Hell Week involving me have to spend five-hours a day at a hospital, I can't seem to catch a break. Although, I might have, because I got a job as well that will probably start sometime next week. A local food-joint scooped me up for my immense talent at .. washing dishes. Whatever, it's simple, it's easy. and it'll give me money before I start college.