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apocalypsosI have fifteen bucks to my name until next Friday.
Meanwhile, my Lexapro needs a refill and that's $25, I use up something like $5 worth of gas every time I go to work, and I'm going to have to go get canned cat food from my parents for Otis until then.
But everything is all right, see, because Otis has decided to make me feel better by sitting on my shoulder in such a way as to rest the Cone Of Shame on my face. (Oh, did I mention the Cone of Shame is still on? I took the Cone of Shame off for a few hours last week and he took that as his cue to lick off the damn scab, so back on it went. Jackass.)
... is it time for me to publish something yet? 'Cause I could seriously use the pick-up, I swear. *sigh*
Meanwhile, my Lexapro needs a refill and that's $25, I use up something like $5 worth of gas every time I go to work, and I'm going to have to go get canned cat food from my parents for Otis until then.
But everything is all right, see, because Otis has decided to make me feel better by sitting on my shoulder in such a way as to rest the Cone Of Shame on my face. (Oh, did I mention the Cone of Shame is still on? I took the Cone of Shame off for a few hours last week and he took that as his cue to lick off the damn scab, so back on it went. Jackass.)
... is it time for me to publish something yet? 'Cause I could seriously use the pick-up, I swear. *sigh*
