A couple of clients not paying me, so I’m broke. Other clients flaking on promised work, so I haven’t got any more coming in immediately.
Dude not moving out of the apartment I was supposed to move into, and not giving a timetable for doing so, so I’m actually literally homeless. I’m couch surfing at the moment.
Presumed day job not paying me what it was supposed to, so I have no present hope of fixing my situation.
And soon they’re gonna turn my phone off.
Every job I’m qualified for that comes across the Craigslist is in some stupid fucking far-flung corner of the Las Vegas Valley a billion miles from where I am or any conceivable place I can find to stay, and includes the phrase ‘NO TELECOMMUTING’ in big letters. No way to get there, since my scooter was stolen.
The universe is bending me over and fucking me in my ass. I’ve been working so hard to get a handle on things, and my luck is just running out.
Hell, there’s always the storm drains.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.