1:21 P.M.
The estimate is in.
I am officially screwed on this damn boat thing!
I�ll have a total of 36.76 to spend while I�m on this STUPID trip.
I don�t even want to go.
Shit, Vicky tells me it�s 8 bucks for a freaking cheeseburger.
Well, they can shove that gourmet burger up their butt because I�m not buying it!
I�m going to stick with the shit food on the boat.
Vicky gave me a list of shopping spots to hit in St. Thomas and I�ve already crumbled it up and thrown it in the garbage can next to my desk.
There�s no point getting off the boat if I have no money to spend.
They will probably want the 36 bucks for taxes or gratuity?
Why did I agree to do this anyway?
Why did I have to go and buy that television a few weeks back?
Why did I have to go to the doctor and spend so much fucking money?
Linda was just talking about how she is being thrifty, and plans on spending a hundred bucks a day.
I want to cry.
She says not to worry. �Everything will be o.k.�
She doesn�t know I�m broke!
I want to fucking cry.
I can�t even buy one of those drink tickets so I can drink soda instead of water.
I�m screwed!
I�m screwed!
FUCK THE BOAT TRIP!
