Yup. It’s that time of the month again. I personally call it the ‘Weekend-before-my-paycheck-when-I-don’t-have-money’ weekend. Yes I’m aware that it’s not very creative.

Anyways, as always, I have absolutely no clue how much money I have in my bank. I think my subconscious never wants to know so I can be more reckless and irresponsible with my funds and I never really challenge my subconscious. After all, it has control of my dreams.

I was in 7/11 with some buddies the morning after a celebration at my favorite pub. We weren’t actually celebrating anything. Just drinking. Which is the usual.

As we all know, drinking absolutely must be accompanied by an absolutely ridiculous amount of smoking so know I’m out of smokes.

Thoughtfully, I eye the DuMauriers on the shelf wondering how my funds are coming along. Naturally I assume I’m good as always and make another irresponsible purchase.

Needless to say, I know have no gas money and can’t get home.

Ah well, my buddy has beer in his mini-fridge.