Because of a convention, we made a lot of money in the store today. Because there was so goddamn much, I had to stay and fucking count it all. That made me miss my first bus, which forced me to take the train, which made me miss my second bus, so of course I started to walk. Because of everything else that's been going on along with the day I had I just sat down on the curb. Of all the things that could have taken place in my day, of all the random spots on the curb I could have sat down on; if I had one less dollar to count, if I walked just a little bit further, I wouldn't have met the person I did. God works in some fucked up weird ass ways and I bet he's just fucking sitting there smirking while I'm confused and hurt as fuck. I don't get anything. I'm so fucking confused, especially as to how all of this is related.