the events of the last week or so

Tonight the girlfriend and I attended a Puppini Sisters concert in Virginia. It was a nice show, but it was at a venue that waves ridiculously overpriced cafeteria food at you (and having been at work all day and rather famished, I was a total sucker), resulting in a $70 tab for a personal sized pizza, a hot fudge brownie sundae, three cokes, some bread pudding, and a plate of gumbo between the two of us. I don't mean to sound like a cheapskate, but I'm not exactly a lawyer or the practitioner of some other stereotypically highly paid trade, and I feel that for $70, there should have been naked Martian waitresses or something (maybe those green slave girls from Orion on Star Trek?) and much better food than something I could get at a school cafeteria. And I am so broke. I had a shiny new computer that I've only owned for one month, and the hard drive vomited and died right on the one month mark. At first the web browsers quit loading pages, and the prompts told me to contact my internet service provider. I did so, and I got to go through the utterly useless hour-long tech support call they give everybody. In the middle of the call, I saw on my phone that my friend Myke Amend was trying to call me. That kind of scared me because he's a busy guy, he doesn't call often, and when he calls the result is usually some kind of profound conversation. However, I was already so freaked out, I was certain he was calling to tell me that my computer was sending furry porn to everyone I know or something. Fortunately I later learned that he was working on a print job and had some questions about my printer experiences. Anyway, the warranty might cover the hard drive replacement (I'm figuring that out tomorrow), but for now, I'm at the mercy of dial-up and hogging said girlfriend's computer. But the way things tend to go, I expect this to cost me a bunch of money anyway. When I saw the bill for the food, it made me think of all the dumb places my money ends up and say "Gee, I wonder why I'm so broke?" It took forever to save up for the computer, which is now dead. I have to publish a comic by early October. I have Halloween plans that I would like to begin piecing together. And I have dumb habits of buying comic books and building nests out of them. And then there's food, rent, etc. I've concluded that the only way to escape this existence of always being one bad week away from living under a bridge in a cardboard box is to become a hooker. Or a drug dealer perhaps. Pirate? Orion slave girl? A lawyer maybe? This is getting ridiculous.