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Monday, August 24, 2009

Day 5-7: Bloody Monday

It's Monday. Day seven. On Saturday I had half a catfish sandwich, two beers, a glass of wine, a tequila shot, and a Mr. Softie ice cream cone with sprinkles. I get paid in exactly 7 days from now. I have $100.62.

Here is what I learned:
1. the Guggenheim is a total rip off when you're poor. $20 is so not worth it!
2. PACK A LUNCH. This is crucial when you venture from Brooklyn into Manhattan for the day. Reverting to a 6th grader because you're starving does nothing for your wallet or relationship.
3. There is no up side to drinking; it costs money, causes you to order more food, and you are hung over in the morning.
4. You can make a meal from lettuce, turkey, refried beans and cauliflower.

The good news is that I am still waiting on cable money from roomies and payback from work. That should be over $100. Until then, more lettuce!

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