Cash Tank in on Empty

I am pretty broke right now; I have $25 (Christmas present) in cash and about $40 in my pay pal account and absolutely nothing in my checking account. The next three weeks, until I get my disability check, will be mighty bleak unless I do some serious writing--at least three articles a day. Unfortunately, I have NO ambition to write today. I have an ear ache, a sore throat and I can hardly wait to go take a nap. Maybe tonight I can get at least one written while Sunday night football is on. My only appointment for tomorrow--the only reason to leave my house--is a PT appointment in the late morning. I'm going to clean off my desk tomorrow and dig into writing. I set some goals for 2010 last night and wrote them down, so now I need to get prepared.

I saw an ad on tv last night for laser liposuction--no scars, no downtime... I would love to have my teeth fixed and whitened; my teeth are healthy, just a bit chipped and uneven. I always wanted beautiful teeth. A new nose would be nice too. Oh, and breast reduction. It's alright to dream, right? I just try to keep focused on the fact that I will actually have spending money in thirteen months!

I had a wonderful Christmas, and not a lot of stress. We went to our children's homes and took Christmas with us, leaving the mess behind when we left. Christmas morning we opened gifts and Jim made me a wonderful breakfast. Our parents came for dinner and three grandchildren came to spend the night since Santa brought their parents the flu.

My brother Ken, who is also a writer, came for a visit from Massachusetts and stayed with mom. After he left, she didn't know who he was; I hate Alzheimers. I have been taking care of her finances for the past couple of years (as if I don't have enough to do!) The day is coming, probably soon, that she'll have to go live at a care facility for people with Alzheimers; it's getting scary. She recently had another fall; I just can't be there all the time and even the "I've fallen and I can't Get Up" button might not be a help if she can't remember that she has it in an emergency.

Tuesday I should go cash in bottles and cans for some gas money. I should drive out to New Hampshire to see my father, who is nearing his last days. There's probably $20 sitting out in the garage; I call it my savings account.

Enough blabbering--I really need a couple Ibuprofen and a nap.