Good News: I got a little bit of daywork this week.  Because I have no money, I'm so nervous since I have no money. I can't believe I'm saying so, but when you're vulnerable you're just a little more eh, vulnerable.  Sand and I are having drinks with Rod Stewart Day Worker.  Somewhat of a lost soul misfit.  I guess we all can be so sometimes.  I don't think Sandy, Joy, and myself are that bad or ever was...lord help him. Well, the "thief" left Stella's crewhouse...the one who also sabotaged my hairdryer like a mofo. I will never forgive this guy, I did nothing to deserve that. My last American dollars were stolen from my brief case three days ago, I wanted to punch this guy's teeth out. He's from Denmark and is in his forties looking for daywork or as a full time deckhand position.  He moved out today since he was broke again. I'm so close to being in the same "boat"...but I'll never resort to stealing. Maybe food.

People have been buying me food and drinks, so I really can't say enough how lucky I am. Very sad time. I pray that it gets better and that I can find my way home without mom paying for a ticket.