T.G.I. PAYDAY

It's Friday, and it's Pay Day. That's like a National Holiday in my book!

I'd better enjoy it while I can, because fairly soon, and by fairly soon, I mean the minute I step out of the door, my pay check will scatter in a flurry of twenty different directions, none of them fun, but all of them necessary.

And there I'll stand, with just the mere whisper, the flutter, really, of someone that once had means, if only for the briefest of moments.