As it turns out, the class I thought wouldn't run will. Of course, no one told me, so I didn't show up for the first session. First time in 32 years in the biz that that ever happened.
So I have been reinstated from destitute to merely poor. God Bless America, land where even anarchist poets can eke out a marginal (if uncertain) living...
To celebrate, I'm off to score a fifth of bourbon. Hey, life can be a bitch, you have to celebrate occasions like this.
Later today, I'll nip at the whiskey, tend the fire and re-watch Avatar, which I pirated last week.
All's well that ends well. Oops, someone already said that. How about, money and women show up in their own good time. I said that.
Into the day...
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