That’s “End Of The Month” for those who can’t read my mind. That time of the month where I struggle in futility to figure out, for the month ahead, how to cover way too many expenses with way too few resources. As I’m sure you can imagine, when this crap is added to the usual craziness going on inside my head, the EOTM can become a time of especially high anxiety.
But hey, at least I can exhaust myself searching for just the right “reflections” for what I’m feeling…
Damn, I was hoping I’d have a heart attack or simply stroke out from the effort! But I hear there are storms moving into the area, so perhaps I’ll go out for a nice, relaxing game of golf. Now what were those rules again?
I want ice water.
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