Landlady is back, after having taken her brood to Vegas for five days, leaving Husband behind to look after the Old Lady. Grunter was shifted to his sister for the duration and she was evidently irked enough to complain to the agency and the social workers that he isn’t being properly taken care of here.

Well ….. there seems to me a perfectly obvious solution to that, but apparently she’s not her brother’s keeper.

Outrageous woman.

I managed to get enough tobacco to last me the rest of the month. Oh don’t ask how, oh don’t ask how. If I don’t get a cigarette I tell you I must die, I tell you I must die. (Apologies to Kurt Weill, since how and die don’t rhyme like why and die.)

I did something so stupid on the fifth, I still don’t believe it.

Earlier I met Helen and MLF to see “The Last Airbender”. An AWFUL movie. How such a talented director can go that far astray amazes me. Boring.

Then the only pleasant part of the day, lunch at Dave and Buster’s. They have a new item on the menu, “make your own soft tacos”. You get four small tortillas and lots of fixings and it turns out quite delicious.

Then … alas … I went to the supermarket for the first of my monthly stock-the-cupboard visits. I was shocked by the total but managed to pay it. HELLO!? How the hell did I forget I had foodstamps???

So since then I’ve been muttering “water under the bridge”, “don’t cry over spilled milk”, etc.etc.

$37 left on this Little Payday. That’s more like it.