I seem to have lost my drive in terms of the finance department. Is there something wrong with me? I want to use the money I make, but inevitably I end up giving it out on some other cause. I hate having a loan to pay off (only because it wasn't insured against retrenchment - I mean WTF!?), but I wish I could give my mom more in terms of board, etc. Paradox much? (Or is there some other word that would be better used here??)
Anyway, I did rather well at the Bothasig Fayre the other day (somewhere around R 600) and I'm thinking I so wouldn't mind making that kind of dosh every day. So, time to implement The Secret (weapon). Heh heh heh. That's the obscene amount of pasta I had for supper talking, by the way. Ususally it wouldn't be a problem, but since the pasta was bolognaise and bolognaise involves red meat I happen to be suffering ever so slightly right now. All energy usually used for my brain (or what remains of it) has been diverted into my stomach to digest the mince. My mental circuits are sizzling and snapping and sparking. Eish. Intlokusami yaxnola. I hope I spelt that right. And said it right.
Goodnight, all!!
