I wonder what I shall have for breakfast. I know I don't want oatmeal again, particularly since there does not seem to be any toilet paper in the house (prolly more than you wanted to know).
My horoscope says I should get some unexpected money to-day, which would be a very good thing since my exertions of frugality yesterday managed to preserve only one dollar of my twenty-three.
Oy . . . I feel bloodless.