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Solved the laundry crisis, know that everyone was extremely worried about this and probably lost tons of sleep on it.
I wore the shirt with the big tear in it. The striped shirt with the big tear in it. The red striped shirt with the big tear in it.
I see no reason to throw out perfectly good clothing. I wore a sweater over it and no one knew any better.
I feel daring.

I love irony.
Whilest trying to work out how to maximize my grocery shopping using my last $5 I happened to pick up an article whose premise was that my earnings of people in my area were built on the perpetuation of misery of the people. While normally I'm inclined to believe that I'm a tad bit overpaid, it's hard to buy that line as your stomach rumbles and it is explained to me, yet again, that my cheque is going to be a tad bit late.
And the irony continues.
Someone emailed me for help on a job call, his first for which II had promised to help him. Unfortunately it was one that I was going out for as well.
Wonder if he'll ever ask me again?
Laundry must be done, before I spend the money on some luxury, like food.