Another 25th of the month, another paycheck. It's almost nine and I really want to go to bed, but I'm going to stay up so I can read a book. There are three of them stacked on top of each other on my desk, staring me down, daring me to neglect something that should be more important.
If only I knew how to save my Ikea plant. It looks so sad and droopy, but no matter how much I water it (or don't), it keeps on drooping. The purple flower days are over.