I hate being poor. It’s really starting to tear me down to where I’m nothing but a carbon stain in the bottom of a fire pit. I need a second job, or I’m afraid that I can’t afford to put food on the table for very much longer if things keep up the way they’re going. Checked my checking account today to find that I have less than fifty dollars left to my name for groceries. How’s that for depressing?
Pray for me, people. Pray.
