7/23/99 Robbing Peter

I think I'm gonna puke.
This week has been non-stop. It starts with me being rediculously broke at the moment (several hundred behind what is needed to meet the minimum needs). What is even more sad is the fact that I'm trying to keep the depth of our poverty a secret from my wife. Don't get me wrong, it's not that she doesn't deserve to know, it just seems silly for me to fuel the fires that already have her stressed beyond a desireable level.... and it's not like there is any real practical reason for her to know. Monica doesn't have a clue what our checking balance is, and she doesn't seem to have much interest in finding out. I guess the finances are my responsibility.

So the week comes down to me secretly borrowing $300 from my father-in-law, Ted, and taking on a (an?) Herculean freelance job. Meanwhile. Monica is preparing us for a trip out of town, and having expensive dental work done. Net profit 0. I'm just trying desperately to keep everything afloat until I get my bonus check, at which time I'll repay Ted.

I stayed home from work yesterday, because Monica had to have some major dental work done. So Monica, woozy on Nitrous oxide and pain-kiilers, fell asleep in front of the TV, and I worked all night (absolutely no sleep) on the freelance job from hell.

Oh, did I forget to mention yesterday was our 10th wedding anniversary?

Paying Paul (17% interest)