Writer’s Strike: A Confession 1-13-08

Honey, every cent I have made since the beginning of the year has bounced right out of my bank account because the company who handles our payroll has declared bankruptcy due to the writer's strike. I know I can't make the car insurance payment and I know I just spent $1,300 on a new computer and thank God the rent check cleared, but lets open a couple bottles of wine and put on The Great Dictator. I taped it off of TCM a few years ago and the vhs has a crack in it but it still plays fine. I've got two bottles of Smoking Loon sitting in the wine rack, grab both of them and fuck the glasses. I could have seventeen dollars tomorrow if I ran down to Target and returned the wine, seventeen dollars that could buy us groceries for a week if we planned it right. I can get a five-pound bag of potatoes from the grocery store on the corner for under three dollars and another bottle of wine from Trader Joe's for about the same. Baby, everything will be ok. Baby, lets just get drunk.