Hi Mum, It's Sammy (clone 47 - part 2)

I did make it home and found the postman had left bills.

Stupid post. I don't need no stinking bills. It's not like I have a lot of money now.

Now I have even less money. I better work hard, I really need that promotion.

I only had a few more places left to check out in town. The consignment shop was one.

I stopped to talk to Luke McDermott who seems to think he's a real cowboy.

I checked, we don't have any real farms or cattle around here. And Luke is one of my fellow team mates. So who does this guy think he's going to impress?

Finally got up to the counter and had a look at the items available. Got a nice deal on a book I should read. Martial Arts, that could be interesting.

I wonder how far book learning can take you on that sort of skill? It seems like you need practice more than typeface.

Chatted to Billy while I was at it.

Finally had a chance to go into the Water Hole Juice Bar. Not a big crowd tonight but there are a few ways to entertain yourself without anyone else. I suspect that foosball is more entertaining with others. If only I could find some nice girls to play with. Or some naughty ones, that could be even more fun.

I tried inviting a few friends over but none of them were available. [sigh] Sounds more like none of them like me enough to come actually. Either that or they know I still don't have comfortable furniture yet.

That bite from the Mausoleum is still a bit painful. Warm and tender to the touch.

The next morning, I indulged in a making a nice hot breakfast.

Single serve only, the fridge is ultra cheap and barely keeps stuff for a day. Even then it's always off tasting.

Then I sat to eat my food on the only seat in the house.

Maybe I should save some of my pay for a bit more furniture?

Nah, this will be fine. Since no one wants to visit anyway, what the heck would be the point?

After breakfast, it was time to head for the gym.

I so seriously need to build up. It's the only way I'll get promotions that I really need.

It's definitely a major part of my routine. Get to gym, get sweaty.

I am improving little by little.

Then head home. Followed by going to work.

I finally had my first promotion, up to snack hawker.

Why the hell did they put us through so much to get these jobs if selling junk food was all I was going to be doing? Anyone wandering down the street could do this.

Will this bite never stop bothering me?

It's starting to make me feel feverish. That really can't be good. Practically like my blood is on fire.

Maybe I just need a bit more sleep. I'll turn in early, it will all be better in the morning.

Another day, a burnt breakfast and still no better place to eat in the house.

I know this bit is going to shock you. After breakfast,  I went ... to the gym.

Yep, a real shocker that.

Have to get those reps up.

The coach has heard about my training and he wants me to start mixing the strength work with cardio. I'll have to think about that.

After my workout, I met someone else new. Dude is called Moe Pesce I think.

We hit it off fairly well, I'm hoping that we'll get to be gym buddies soon. Working with someone means you have to try even harder.

More stupid bills. How is a man ever to get ahead in life if people demand money from you every day or two?

After paying the bills, I headed for bed.

I suddenly woke up and climbed out of bed.

What the hell?

I feel odd. Very very odd.