Dios mio, I am working too much. Working too much for clients who pay me in credit, and the credit is useless because I am too busy to ever take them up on it. How lame is that? I am caught in an endless loop of unprofitable productivity.

Meanwhile, I finally replaced my 10 year old Fogal black tights with a new pair. They cost a lot of money but they are totally worth it. Even when the elastic at the waist eventually goes limp, the nylon in the legs keeps on truckin'. I will be oh-so-cute when I bust out my tights in the food stamps line.