this morning #2094.

this morning, when she awoke, it was a brand new day in more than one way. the answer she’d been searching for for months had come to her in a dream. a fancy-pants scheme that made her believe that she might yet steer clear of the shit she’d gotten into. money. usually the solution to her issues but now she’d literally dreamt up a plan for how to get some. first, she phoned mom to let her know that she’d be stopping by later to set things right. with that done, she took a quick shower. threw on a blue suit. packed a bag. grabbed a protein bar & hopped in the car. drove to her agent’s office to demand an advance. if he said “no,” she’d open her bag & hand him what she’d found. with that, the blackmail would begin.