It is incumbent upon me to drop everything and head straight for the Lilly Pad, where darkness should just be falling as I arrive. It is a Tuesday night and it is pretty warm out, but I am absolutely broke.
The monthly fee took the last five bucks off my American Express card, and I have exhausted all other options, having not gone to sell plasma earlier today.
Staying in to work on artistic things has become too stressful from worrying about where the next dollar is going to come from, rather than whatever project I am into.
The monthly fee took the last five bucks off my American Express card, and I have exhausted all other options, having not gone to sell plasma earlier today.
Staying in to work on artistic things has become too stressful from worrying about where the next dollar is going to come from, rather than whatever project I am into.
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