Quicky

So, this every day post­ing stuff is get­ting hard now. I knew it would, start­ing about now. Hol­i­days really are offi­cial now. I have friends com­ing in town tomor­row.  As a mat­ter of fact, once you count all the dif­fer­ent invi­ta­tions I’ve wanted to accept or peo­ple who were just going to come by tomor­row, I’ve been offi­cially quin­tu­ple booked for the week­end.  We’ve whit­tled it down a bit, but it’s still going to be a whirl­wind of activ­ity over the next few days.

All of this, on no money and no imme­di­ate prospects for more!  And Christ­mas is next month!  HOORAY!  Money is my bane.  It stresses me out so much when it’s tight that I can barely func­tion.  I have this over­whelm­ing need to have it com­ing in, in amounts far larger than I’ve seen in quite some time.  And Chris isn’t nearly so avari­cious as I am.  So, I’m afraid I’m going to become a mono­ma­niac until the short term cri­sis is resolved.  I’ll do my best not to be an utter jerk to my fam­ily and friends in the mean­time, though.  Just for­give me and under­stand that one of my biggest trig­gers has been pushed.

And that’s all I have time to post today.  In the 7 min­utes I allot­ted myself, I prat­tled about being stressed about money.  That pretty much says it all.  This has to get fixed, post haste.  Else how will I jus­tify my spiffy shoot­ing star boots when I’m pick­ing up a wel­fare check?