I got paid yesterday. I leave for Vegas tomorrow. It was nice knowing you, Paycheck. Pity we couldn’t be together a little bit longer.

But hey, we should have a fun time this weekend, huh? I’m sorry our relationship couldn’t have been a little more meaningful. I may always wonder – what if I had spent you on food, perhaps, or rent?

But I’m just going to use you. I’ll use you for booze, and fuel, and cheap thrills at the cheap tables at Slots-A-Fun.

I’ll stick to the $1 tables. Maybe then it will last longer.

Wednesday ‘s forecast: You feel used now, but you’ll have the last laugh. When I need groceries at the end of the month, we’ll see who is fucked.