Today, I am just overwhelmed with doing things wrong. I submitted my direct deposit info too late for it to count for the next deposit, Aug. 1. I got things wrong on my Psychological Statistics assignment. I have a test tomorrow. I counted on one of the buddies to have some money for me to get me through to the 5th when my SNAP benefits come in. It makes me think of that Hitchcock movie where Kookie from 77 Sunset Strip, who is really Edward Burns, is on a prison farm and gets an elderly grave digger to put him in a casket, bury him and come dig him up when everyone is gone. After Ed is in the box and under the earth he feels something next to him. It is the gravedigger.