Guera Monopoly

The financial crisis about which I frothed yesterday has been resolved. Apparently, the fellow in charge of the payments mangled something on his end, and, after a world-class reaming from my aunt, has put a rush on fixing it. So I paid bills today with the promise that I should have food/incidental money tomorrow. I'm glad because I'm in dire need of shampoo and toothpaste.

In other financial news, my Uncle Steve, a broker for Merrill Lynch, informs me that an account he and my father set up when I was wee is flourishing. The exact figure will not be disclosed because this is a public post, but suffice to say that I could buy a new car if I so chose. For the record, I don't. Gas prices are hideous.

Once the money matter is settled, I'm getting a haircut. It's too damn hot for long hair, and the hard water has ruined it anyway. It splits and falls out if you breathe wrong.

Long day. I need a nap.