Maybe I could rob a bank.
Y’know, it’s not fun being poor. I was poor as a kid and didn’t particularly enjoy it, and neither did the rest of the family considering we spent most of our time living on beans on toast. It would appear that, right now, I’m out of money again, though fortunately I don’t have to resort to begging in the streets just yet thanks to the kindness of my parents.
Joy.
If any of you readers want to help out please drop me a line. Even some kind words would help.
Chances are, in a few months, everything will be fine again; I have some job prospects on the horizon and there’s a certian amount of hush-hush project work I’m engaging in with the rest of the family, which seems to be panning out rather better than we had anticipated. So, in that respect, I suppose money won’t be an object soon. It’s just that, right now, I’m in the middle of the final thesis work for my masters degree. It’s very, very stressful…
