My iPod is broken again. It won’t play when I press play and it keeps hanging. Worse, this time it was definitely my fault. (I dropped it last week, and then it got a bit wet on Friday.) So I’ll have to pay. Which means it probably won’t be getting fixed for a wee while.
No iPod makes Homer something something.
Meanwhile, I still need a new keyboard. And I owe the #$@& tax office $60. And look, my chronic fare evasion finally caught up with me:
$154. Ouch. That’s this wayward commuter told.
I will be too poor to acknowledge Christmas at this rate. No cards for anyone! I can’t be having with such festive frivolities.
Prospective wealthy benefactors: we should talk.