In Excel We Trust

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From: Me
Date: Sun, Aug 8, 2010 at 7:57 AM
Subject: Mess
To: El Roommates

The place is a sty. We are in our 30s.

Come on, dudes. Work with me.

k

I stopped blabbing about the time I took a hit in my paycheck to sling shlongs, got new roommates, and started worrying about repaying the loans that were in forbearance. As with most of my problems, I chose flight over fight.

And then the neighbs said they were having a baby in January. I am going to be an aunt. 2x, really, because Bro #1 is also having a baby.

First fear made a brief appearance. Adulthood was no longer hiding around the corner. Instead, it ambushed me and karate chopped me in the face. Twice.

Then my fight mechanism kicked in.

I'm done bitching. Moreover, I'm done running away.

And Excel says I can move in January.