Well I got some good sleep finally. I went in to work at noon and worked till 7 pm. It was an okay day. My brother called me and we spoke about the money prolems going on. He’s getting job with Imigration and Naturalaztion Service. That’s good career, working for the government, overtime, benifits. I called my mom on my lunch break. I told her I was fine. I feel like I’m in a dream. Nothing really seems real right now. I speak to my caseworker tommorrow. I hope everything goes okay. I’m sure it will. There’s guys living there that have repeatedly gotten in trouble and all they do is give them extra chores around the building. It’s my last night at the hotel. I haven’t really even been there much. I’ve been out walking around, and at work. I feel strange. It’s hard to describe. I feel like this isn’t really happening, yet I’m anxious about what’s going to happen. I already spent lot of money. I’m not really in a panic. It’s funny: I’m homeless, I just got kicked out of the shelter, I don’t know anyone well enough to ask them I could sleep at their place, yet I’m not really scared about it. I guess because I’ve already been through that before and everything always works out. I’m waiting for a friend of mine to call, she always makes me feel good. Okay that’s it or now, Later.