I screwed up on my direct deposit. My lovely sweet paycheck is currently floating in digital ether.
It's on its way to being fixed. But still. I'm such a dunce when it comes certain shit.
The husband is not helping. But why didn't you… what does that MEAN, exactly? Can't you do this? Just do THAT. And don't smoke anywhere so our son finds out. Why are you smoking? Why did you spend $10 at the gas station? OH. Cigarettes. Hmm.
Listen. I just need to nurse this glass of gin, okay? And Clashtalk will make me happier.
So. Clashtalk… cheer me up*. Remind me that I'm not so stupid after all.
*80's music videos help.