Baby, I'm a Firework

[seraphcelene]

I am poor as a church mouse, hungry, finals start tomorrow (I have a paper and a PowerPoint to complete), and I have no clue how I'm going to pay next month's rent. Two weeks before Christmas, the leaves have fallen from the trees and litter the ground, but the sky is clear, and the sun is out and shining bright. It's a gorgeous 82 degrees today, and I picked up some essential groceries (plus coffee)wearing a wife beater and flip-flops. Thank you, Santa Ana winds. Thank you so very much.