Back in the poorhouse. Life, as I knew it over the last 3 months, is over.

No more poker. A lot less steak and sushi, a lot more tasteless home-cooked dinners. Wheat bread and turkey for every weekday lunch. No visiting Lia in Chicago or the cousins in Boston. No vacation in San Diego or Hawaii. No vacations, period. No new handbag. No new sandals. No more wardrobe upgrades. No sports equipment upgrades. No more whimiscal Amazon.com or Urbanoutiffters.com purchases. No spa and salon pampering. No glory.

Back in debt. It didn't kill me the first time. It won't kill me this time. I know what I need to do, and I will prevail again.

But excuse me if I'm grumpy for the next 6-7 months...