Money sucks! Having it complicates your life, not having it ruis your life. And I'm not talking "I can't buy the weird shit I want right when I want it" type of poverty. I'm talking "my utilities are being cut off one by one and I can't pay for them to be turned back on" type. I'm just tired of uphill fighting to afford the most basic things life can offer. I'm scared to go home. I hate my mailbox. My checkbook is a barren wasteland. My piles and piles of mail mock me from their various corners. I can't sleep. My bills have become the Blair Witch of my existence. I may not last the night and I can't find my way out. OK--I've vented now.
...my weekend is going to be great. I promise. I hope it doesn't rain much.
