God Have Mercy on Our Dirty Little Hearts

Not to dwell on this but the feeling of paying your bills at the 11th hour—and having the actual money to pay those bills—is fucking incomparable.

Bills paid, you sons of bitches.

One credit card completely paid off, in fact. And a bigger dent taken out of an older credit card debt that I hope to be able to kill off once and for all before this year is through with me; which will be incredible because the interest on it has been bleeding me for too many adult years now.

Fuck you, MBNA! Go suck a fuck, you vultures! YOU SUCK!!

It was a good feeling, Thursday afternoon. But good feelings don't last very long these days. Not in my hands.

All my concerns remain.

I've got to work extra hard to make sure the next several weeks pay off for me. Not only with the writing but with... the larger world.

It's Friday, all you unemployed people. Time to play a crude text-based adventure:

Don't Shit Your Pants!