Here I sit in my office at the university. I had to leave my other job because I'd already worked too many hours. I'm in a downward spiral at the moment, imagining everything from bankruptcy to foreclosure. In one of my fantasies, an asteroid hit the hospital and took out the entire administration building. That was actually quite pleasant.
I don't know what I'm going to do. I don't know if or how my family is going to survive until the checks from the university start coming again in late August. Basically, I don't know anything. It has been a pretty crappy few days for bad news.
My question for Magic 8-Ball Monday is pretty simple:
Is my family going to make it through the summer financially?
And the answer from that wellspring of positivity, Holden Caulfield, is:
"She's fine, thanks. I haven't seen her too recently, but the last I--"
I'm going to take that one to the bank. Too bad I can't cash it. I'm going to be "fine," according to Holden. Of course, "fine" for Holden is a nervous breakdown and pneumonia.
Saint Marty needs to stop spiraling. Now.
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