I've taken Vicodin for the last seven days straight. Won't be taking any more for a while.
Oh, and the first day back at work after six nights in Vegas is gruesome. I'm glad it's almost over, and no one had to die.
Except I get home and there's an eviction notice on my door. The rent check I wrote before leaving town bounced. Since it was drawn on my Fidelity brokerage account, this was a concern.
Fidelity tells me because two numbers are transposed on the street address on my check, they put a hold on my account. They didn't do that the other ten times I've paid rent with those checks, over a period of many years. They tell me everything is now fixed with the account, but the landlord has no intention of running the check back though. They want a money order, by tomorrow, with an extra $140.00 on top for offending their sensibilities.
Now
everyone has to die.