I just stood in line for almost half an hour to get a sandwich. Cosi Sandwiches was having a 2-for-1 sale today. Ass and I got sandwiches together. He forgot his money in the office -- so it's damned lucky I happened to find that extra dollar bill in my shirt pocket this morning.
Why was there a dollar in my shirt pocket? I never, ever put things in my shirt pocket. Every time I do, I invariably bend over to pick something up off the floor, and whatever was in my pocket clatters out and then I have to pick that up too. Another question for the ages.
A paycheck arrives today. From the last job. I have to walk over there to pick it up. Now the dilemma: I know that almost all of it will be spent upon bills, so that I may once again enjoy the luxury of placing and receiving phone calls from the comfort of my home -- perhaps even from the comfort of Klaus. Should I spend the rest on a night on the town tonight? Dancing, drinking, 80s music, all that jazz? Or should I be responsible and sock it all away, so that I will never again be 15 cents short for a subway ride?
I think the answer to that one is patently obvious. What would be the point, honestly, in being safe but dull? My life is a series of rotating extremes, and I think I enjoy it that way. Even when I am enjoying an extended visit to the doldrums and have not a penny to my name, it is much more interesting than if I have just enough in my pocket for a modest bite to eat. Live large, that is my motto. And this way, when I finally get a steady job that allows me to refill my Scrooge McDuck Money Bin that I emptied a year ago, I will not be shocked at the idea of dropping $100 in a night.
Here is another Answer to a hidden Question: You go to parties with it. New York is where it's at. They even have Gaps here. I should know. I have bought things from them.