I have 12 minutes to punch out a blog to maintain my streak of writing some kind of journal since I left for Florida at the beginning of the month. This is on Blogger because I had left my journal at home before I came to work. The cat was a little too antsy when I left, so when I realized that I had left it in the apartment, even though I had the time to get it before work, it would have been too much of a hassle.
You add in realizing that my last OSF bill arrived during my week away from Peoria Heights, hence past due when I opened it, you can just call it a typical Friday the 13th. On the plus side, if I would have just given the bill to Dad when I saw him for Fox Trivia Night, I would receive immediate heat for giving him an overdue bill.
I am sure I can budget a late fee. To anyone at OSF who may read this, please mail me the late charge, do not tack it on the next bill. Yes, it may help knock down my deductible for next year, but it would be a pain explaining it to my caring parents.
So we learned my humility is worth 35 to 50 bucks, at least when it comes to my parents.
My phone is currently on the charger, so I am not going to check on my tentative Tinder date until I finish this. At least that way, I am not pressing my luck. It's three till midnight, so I gotta rely on a pun to justify wrapping it up. The only issue is that if I push press publish, I've left my readers with a cliffhanger. That seems appropriate when the date involves My Life with the Thrill Kill Kult. The last pun.
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