SO HELP ME, I'M GOING TO GET A TICKET TO THE WHITE STRIPES GIG.
maybe i could forfeit my half of the groceries and live on pasta, sultanas, and polenta for a week.
maybe i could sell some clothes.
or maybe i could just bite the bullet and put it on my credit card. oh why the hell not, it'd be a pretty small drop in my ocean of debt.
i wonder how much tickets are.
my beautiful baby is asleep in the room next to me. sometimes when i'm depressed i sneak into her room and lean over the cot to listen to her snuffling in her sleep, and smell her warm milky breath.
i'm going to go to bed now...but maybe i'll just pop in and check on her once more...