Good morning, all! I am praying to God that that invoice payment arrives today because I have bills to pay by the end of the month. On every invoice I go through this unnecessary hell and, as soon as I think the issue is resolved for good, I'm back to living for a week or more on less than $20. It's hell. I think all that's left in the apartment is peanut butter and jelly.
And while I'm bitching about money, my brothers - who treated my approaching a raltor with scorn - have contacted a friend of theirs who is (surprise!) a realtor, and now the Ohio property is supposedly listed. I want to sell that damned land and get my butt out of Ohio real estate and the Macbeths' clutches. I hope this realtor is not as big a fool as I consider the Macbeths to be.
So, it's Good Friday, and I think I have to watch this weekend THE LONG GOOD FRIDAY, one of my favorite films. Thatbrings us to the YOD:
DVD: there's one Netflix item here, LO(NG GOOD FRIDAY, and I've got a couple of oprys.
CD: Unreleased Herbert songs and cello/piano music, Guy Haines, Liz Callaway, Bach's Easter Oratorio
VCR: unadulterated smut