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Well, I don't know exactly when I'll be going to afterhours work. I wish I knew.

But it looks like a part time job is on the horizon. I just talked to the owner of Grandmas's candles and I'm going to start working there on Saturday. She isn't hiring me for sure just yet- waiting for my schedule change to decide that, but she's needing help enough that she's going to bring me in for the time being to help out on Saturdays and see how it goes. I'll only be making minimum wage, but I'm ok with that. Working just 8 hours a week would cover my MTA pass and give me another $15 or so that I could use for bills and all that fun stuff. If all works out, once my schedule changes I'll be able to work a few more hours (though, not too many. I don't want to burn myself out or lose all my free time here.)

Pssst, Wanna Know A Secret?

I never learned to ride a bike. When I lived with my grandparents, they never got me one(My mom did get me one before that, which I had at my grandparents' house, but they refused to take off the training wheels and then I was eventually too tall for it and they put it in a garage sale.) and eventually my mom got me one, at the time she didn't live anywhere that I could ever really ride the thing and then once we all moved back in with her my sister and brothers took it and wrapped it around a tree or something. Oh, and my stepsister (I used to have one years ago, but my father eventually left my then-stepmother) decided to try and force me to learn one summer when I was visiting them, and I gave up when she pushed the bike- with me on it- out into the street and I almost got hit by a car.

So that's the sad, sad, tragic tale of how Fuego never learned to ride a bike.

Sometimes I think it would be convenient to have one. For serious. But like, yeah...sorry...I think it would be way too embarrassing to try to learn now. I mean, I can see me out there in the lot behind the house, kicking along with one foot and....no. Just, no.