It's amazing how much my having or not having money effects my mood. I hate it that it does, and I would certainly be pretending I was way more liberated than I actually am were I to say otherwise. The evidence: I just got an email saying my paycheck arrived and I can pick it up tomorrow morning. So much of what I was worrying about, everything that I was worrying about, vanished. Dancing to Hall and Oates, and feeling pretty damn fine, aside from the stir craziness that this strike and my not working have been jointly causing.