I like how every time ANY little thing happens with my finances, I feel the need to bend the ear of anyone who happens to be within earshot. Any ear. Yes, I’m freaking out, but IS THIS HOW MR. T WOULD HANDLE IT?!?!?! NO!!! HE’D GRAB SOME FOO AND THROW HIM THROUGH A SALOON PLATE GLASS WINDOW!!! Unfortunately, I have no foos and no saloon plate glass windows nearby. I like Mr. T. I like Mr. T a lot. Mr. T fought CANCER and beat it up. That’s pretty tough. I’m worried about my fucking CREDIT SCORE?!?!? And not being able to go out and get a beer for a bit and watch my spending?!?! Personally, right now, no pity for this foo. I’ll be fine. I just have to suck it up a bit. Stop being sick and start watching what I do. I have a family here, a job, friends, I’m working on what I wanted to do here in the first place, I even have a crush. SUCK IT UP, LITTLE SUCKAH.