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Today hasn't been the most delightful day in my life. I've never handled financial stress very well, and today is like a seemingly unsurmountable heap of financial stress. I'm not going to go into the details, but suffice it to say that I'm am seriously broke in a rather serious way -- and that freaks me the fuck out.

I could lecture forever on how I should be more financially alert, frugal, smart -- but saying and doing are two different things. I need to start making investments. I need to increase my saving capacity. I need to (grealty) reduce my debt. Debt sucks ass, people.

But, I have to say, that despite a dismal outlook until I get paid again on Monday ... it's amazing how much better listen to Evita has made me feel. When I was younger (about 9 years ago), I used to use musical theatre as an escape. Was much easier to be absorbed into music and a story than suffer through my own issues.

So see how funny it is that if Eva Peron wasn't a whore, if she didn't sleep her way to the top and be the inspirational woman that she was -- I would still be having a shitty day. So i'll drink one to you tonite, Ms. Eva Peron, for being the slut that offered me peace of mind.

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