I just burnt the inside of my mouth with coffee. Not badly. I'm nearly out of coffee. Good thing I get 'paid' tommorrow. Went down to centrelink and did my apeing today. Handed the form in to a frazzled looking woman who was probably wishing the box was out so she wouldn't have contact with me and my fellow weirdos and scumbags handing our fortnightly forms in. I wished the box was out so I could enter and leave quickly with barely a trace or moment wasted, the perfect crime. There was a girl in front of me having problems with her welfare payments. There's always someone in front of me with problems with their welfare payments. Ran into my grandparents on the way back. They asked how I was and when I was going to have a shave. I stood there and tried to answer their questions and wished I'd avoided them like my instincts had screamed at me to. Why do old people remind me of junkies?