reaching critical mass

I really need to find a way to obtain more money. I'm reaching the end of the rope here. I could sell organs, I suppose, but they've been sharply painful lately and I might want them later, anyway. My grading job doesn't pay until the end of the quarter, which is far too late to be useful. Death and drek! Alternatives means of living will have to be found.

My infidel roommate just came home with Woman. They are, undoubtedly, cooking, but I left some dirty dishes which they would undoubtedly need. But, they're my dishes and they shouldn't be so hard to clean - I didn't leave them crusted with goo. Hold on! Hold on, children!

New career opportunity: homeless street preacher!