and i need fifteen for the ativan before they send it back. it'd be real embarrasing to tell the psychiatrist i couldn't pick it up because i didn't have the money.
wonder if he'd believe me.
i don't know if i believe me.
trying to get a handle on the finances. got gnu money, which, aside from some minor annoyances--which i'm sure are my fault, seems sweet.
but it produces anxiety like a mofo. to see where you stand, how many thousands you owe.
and all my dreams of the vacation melt into air, to steal from berman stealing from marx.
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