Mostly I like to think of myself as being sensible, until like today I looked at my bank statements and added everything up three times. No matter which way I look at things it equals serious impending doom. Very serious impending doom. Not quite at red alert I need to borrow money from my mother but not too far off it either. I have no buffer between me and the mean streets. If shit blew up tomorrow I would not be able to fix it. I got to get a better job and a better head with which to do the better job and better clothes to wear to the better job and a suit to wear to the better job interview and a better haircut. Oh dear. Maybe I should just take my lunch to work and not go out for a bit?
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