i had a plan to start a new short story yesterday, taking up a self-imposed challenge to write one in one week, but yesterday was hell at work and the last thing i wanted to do when i came home from work (after picking on my prescription from my doctor) was to sit down and write.

maybe today i can start something, i don’t know.

i have close friends and family who need financial miracles.  i wish that i had the money to help them, make their problems go away, but i don’t – i’m one disaster away from financial ruin, myself.