This grading job has cut my hours this week by two days and next week by… well, the entire fucking week.

Hello poverty, meet me. We’ve been flirting across the room all summer now, but it’s just about time we’re properly introduced.

Now I am trying to think of a way, any way really, that I could make some money in a hurry.

I’ve already mentally earmarked several items in our house for sale, either at Gamestop or Ebay or possibly even Craigslist.

I’m attempting to conjure up a Craigslist post that would hire myself out as an editor/ghost writer/smooth operator for anyone’s basic writing needs, from business letters and novels to perfecting that dating site entry so you attract ALL the ladies.

I’ve considered donating plasma, to be quite frank.

I nearly laughed myself into a tizzy when I contemplating responding the ad asking for exotic dancers and massage therapists… my god, what a great way to swing a night shift.

In the end, I’ll figure something out… but right now I’m just scared. How are we going to get through this shit?