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The case of the eggroll lady and the stolen goods has ended at last. Oh it still makes me sad! I used to see homeless folk around the stand often, and I just thought she was being kind to them. I never saw anyone sell her stolen goods. Damn, I still miss those potato and egg tacos, the eggrolls, the turkey melts, the cheap sodas and lemonade.

I keep telling myself if I can make it six more months at my job then it will be okay. Six more months. I hate my job, but only six more months. I'm already counting the days, the paychecks, the hours and weekends.

The apartment is a mess, and I need to clean. My motivation is very less though. I am motivated to make and elaborate pie. I need to get cracking on that sugar syrup.

My head is spinning with thoughts.