What one sacrifices the old lifeblood for these days.

I cannot wait to get paid tomorrow. I ended up missing most of the food-related portion of our neighbors' fish fry yesterday because I went to give plasma, which sucked, because 1) it took three fucking hours 2) it hurt more than usual 3) apparently my plasma is worth five dollars less per session than it was a week ago 4) all I wanted in the world during those three hours was some deep-fried tillapia 5) I was doing it because I needed to put seven extra dollars in my bank account so that my rent check, which my landlord luckily had not yet deposited, would not bounce and subsequently bury me in overdraft fees again because I'm apparently too stupid to keep my checkbook in order.

Also, I'm signing a lease today, which is exciting. Hopefully I can take a fifteen-minute break from my shift to do that. Also, I hope the new landlord (uh, she goes by 'Jazz') will accept a postdated check.

And there's more, but it's not interesting. I thought I was going to get to stop worrying about money for like two seconds, but I guess I'm naïve. Oh bother.


P.S. the deep-fried tillapia and homemade fries were delicious, even if it was cold by the time I got there. And they still had plenty of beer left. No pictures, but I guess this fish fry business is going to become a regular thing, and I like everything about that.