well, the storage place

where i store my storables didn't bust open the lock and throw all my stuff away.

i don't know why i picked this place but the guy is such a nerd and it's a family owned business and his grandpa used to own a house on the lake we grew up swimming in, right up north here (those are some fantastic memories)

anyway, it took forever for the bank to return that check i accidentally wrote on a closed account, and when he called he was all: 'you know, it's the funniest thing! i've never seen 'unable to find document' before...'  so that was cool of my bank, to rephrase things this way. or maybe that's how they deal with closed accounts now. certainly the teller whom i gave the wrong account number seemed utterly perplexed....

hope this doesn't cost me in some other capacity. i'm glad i don't have credit card debt or a mortgage or a home-equity loan or a car loan or a personal loan from my rich neighbor.... just my student loan, and it can bite my ass for all its unworthiness in my life. never mortgage your future on an abstraction, especially one that doesn't even pretend that its procurement will reap any material benefit down the road.

...frederick douglass nothwithstanding

(did you know that the cryptic quote about education that i'm referencing by alluding to its author cannot be found in an old-school version of bartlett's dated prior to the civil rights era? see, that's what a ninety-two dollar and fifty three cent monthly payment and a trip to the thrift store has earned me...)

so i get my stuff out of storage and hack my bills down by just a little bit more....