I'm alright Jack keep your hands offa my stack...

Money. In and out of my pockets it flows, grows, and diminishes. "Get a good job with more pay, and you're okay." I am the living breathing entity of this song. Right now I have a position that I am "guaranteed" at The Winery of the Little Hills. This job could potentially bring in over 120 a day... Which is double what I make on the longest of days. I have an addiction to money you see. So right now, I should be writing an english paper, but instead I literally am just counting the same amount of money I need, I could be making, making lists of how much [stop to do English, and return] money I'll need, what I want to get with at money, and the combining all the lists, in different ways. It's an obsession of mine. A guilty pleasure. Some people do crack, I do numbers... Right now I'm fixated on the profit from the prospective job. But my guilt (from the thought of quitting my current job, and leaving my boss in a crisis) is tremendous, and makes my obsession a little less fun. 

That is it for now. Honestly. I have almost nothing else bothering me. Just money. Oh money.