please don't let my penchant for hyperbole be a concern to you. Thank you from the bottom of my cold, black, barren heart.

so, I guess I will drive down to the lake on Christmas day. I am working at the restaurant on Christmas eve. That should be a good bit of cash. It's a Saturday night. Plus, a holiday. And I know that if we're not packed, Tony will shut it down. Which works for me, too.

Be proud. After paying my bills, I have an eensy weensy amount of capital left in my account. Think I'll treat myself to a fancypants dinner. Like Wendy's. I keed. I keed. I do not partake of fast food for the most part. Unless we're counting La Madeleine. And that's only for the french onion soup.

I ought to get motivated. It's looking like I am not going to yoga today, but I am going toward the shower in 5, 4, 3, 2...