Like a Freight Train Coming Your Way

I can see now that there's a light at the end of the tunnel, and as Nate put it, I don't here a whistle. My bank account has been empty for about a month, and I've been selling things to get grocery money. I've gotten to experience the generosity of my friends and family, and that's been positive in terms of reaffirming the strength of our ties to one another, but other than that it's been pure hell. I feel much better today than in recent days because I slept a very long, medically assisted sleep last night and decided to skip class today (It was going to be nothing but student presentations, and honesty...). I've been assured that my money will come on Friday of this week, and I'm cautiously optimistic, wary as I am of such assurances. I don't know if it'll be enough to get me back on track, but it'll mean I'm not in the gutter. In addition, I've spoken with my uncle and he's going to let me help him with his landscaping business from time to time, which will mean some valuable income. Also, Chick-Fil-A at Friendly Centre should be calling me today for an interview appointment. If I can get a job there, as well, then I'll be set. I'll be able, by the fruits of my own labour, to enact positive change on my own situation and by proxy a number of situations around me, which is what I've so desperately wanted for so very long. It sounds like a hopeful situation, which may assuage some of my anxiety. I have a burgeoning situation with school that may prove challenging, but that's a bridge I'll cross when I come to it.