Send me money, please.

I need money. Due to circumstances beyond my control, I am now $10k in debt to a credit card company and I have $1,793.00 in the bank. What am I to do? I've considered selling my spleen or staging a Great Train Robbery, but neither appeal to me. I may just start sending emails around the world explaining that my father's been killed in a car crash in Africa and I need someone I can trust to transfer $11,000,000 to their personal account until I can get on my feet again. Then we'll share the money. Apparently this is working for someone in the Ivory Coast.

Carpet Cleaning?

No one has read my posts. I'm not sure why I'm bothering to write one, but I've been inspired to write by a recent post I read to which I replied. I figured it wouldn't be fair to comment on someone else's post and not keep one up myself, allowing for the opportunity for others to post to mine. Run-on sentence? Probably.

Anyway. I've been looking into becoming a carpet cleaner. Anything has to be better than writing software. I am tired of being sedentary. I'm getting fat and weak. Add that to old and bald and you've got an awful combination.

Hopefully there is a magic pot of gold underneath someone's carpet padding. As I find out more about this bizarre, service-oriented pyramid scheme, I'll write more.