Letters from Sanford Street # 482

I started working a second job. I'm tired, and I'm wondering if this is someting I'll adjust to or not.

I'm thinking back about my time in Missouri, and I remember my last few months out there, and I remember how every little thing just really got on my nerves.

I remember not being sure if people were trying to get on my nerves, or if I was just in a highly irritable state of mind, or if everyone was in a highly irritable state of mind, and we all just got on each-others nerves or what.

I'm tired, and it irritates me when someone points out that I look tired. I am fucking tired. Don't remind me. You know.

I guess. The reason I'm doing this whole two jobs thing is because I thought that there wouldn't be much overtime. I don't need two jobs if there is enough overtime.

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