Brother, Can You Spare 6000 Dimes?

Through a rather colossal fuck up on my part, I seem to be out of money. This, in and of itself, would not be such a huge problem were it not for the movers who are coming to my house next Thursday with my furniture and other stuff from my mom's place.

Curiously, they expect to be paid for all their hard work. In cash.

In the words of Homer Simpson, "D'oh!"

I wish I had time to get on eBay and sell my porn art films. Not that I really expect that I could make $600 off of them, but at least it would be a start.

I suppose I'll deal with this in a straightforward, logical way. I'll throw alcohol at the problem until it goes away.

Well, fiddle-dee-dee. Tomorrow is another day.