A bit before Algebra class…again

Yesterday, I was supposed to do a little bit of writing. However, I hadn't thought about of what. Owing to that foresight I decided to just work with what I could come up with and worry about coherency later.

Problem with that plan? Writer's block, again. For some reason I can't seem to come up with a thing to write about.

…Guess I'll cheat. (read: write fanfiction. It's only a 'cheat' because I've been trying to get some of my own original off of the ground again. That same thing that I lost all of those pages with.)

So I'll come up with something!
…Maybe.

…Eventually.

*pulling out her hair*

Financial Meltdown Elicits a Laugh

I'm terrible.

I totally shouldn't be finding this crisis amusing.

But. Does anybody else remember the commercials where the little kid—he's like, four or something—goes into his parents' bedroom because he'd had nightmares about the family's financial future? The kid goes on into all kinds of complex crap that a four-year-old just ain't supposed to know, and then the parents stop him:

"Relax—we're with AIG."

Guess who's getting taken over by the Fed?