" Hey Cece, how do you feel?" - asked me Ana when I entered our kitchen in the morning. " DCF" " DCF? What the hell is that?" - Ana asked "Dirty confused failure" - I explained playfully and we both laugh out of my misery "Ok, but what now?" - Ana brought me back on earth " Well for starters: graduation. It's only month left and I would feel much better knowing I achieve at least that" " Fair point, but what about a job and stop with the daddy's credit cards?" " That would have to wait till I graduate, but I was thinking about asking Brad for help" "Who's Brad?" "You know, that bartender from Carmine's. Maybe he needs someone to help him out, I could be a bartender or clean tables for some extra money. Or maybe he knows someone who might need help and isn't a total creep."

