DADDY sez...

You see, when your business bank account falls to two dollars and ninety six cents, that could be considered a very strong indicator that you're doing something horribly wrong.

Normally I'd be all distressed, but no, for some odd reason I'm quite even tempered.

Not throwing any sappy affirmations at myself like "There's no place to go but up".

Fuck that shit.

Perhaps it's the secret project I'm throwing all resources (you know: inbound resources) into. I'm all jazzed about that - an actual plan in effect.

I don't know.

So while cooking a midnight snack of corned beef hash and eggs (because I'm part filipino, and it's the law) I accidently set my sweater on fire. Not cool. I thought I had put it out, looked down, flames were still dancing in and out through the cloth like a living thing.

Peach pie ala mode for dessert. Super fuckin yummy.

I see a larger Pattern emerging. Perhaps God is trying to tell me something: that I'm a dumb-ass maybe.

Well, even if God isn't trying to tell me that, I got Princess Rita to take up the slack.

And Princess Laura to demonstrate just how annoying she finds me.

So I got all that going for me. I am so lucky.