Someone find me a rock to crawl under

My cheque is delayed until tomorrow. This means another student loan payment is going to bounce. I'm completely screwed. I feel sick. I've borrowed from everyone I can borrow from. There is nothing else I can do. Sure, I'll get paid tomorrow and everything will start to straighten out again, but right now things are not good. I want this to end. I just can't take this anymore. When I was twenty I didn't mind this crap as much. You're supposed to be poor when you are twenty. But not now. I've got a decent job, but it just hasn't payed yet.

Jimminy Flipping Cricket

I got paid!

So the cheque comes through at five to five and I burst out of the building and run up the street to pick it up. Then I run further up the street to the nearest bank machine... which is out of order. So I run back the other way to the next nearest bank machine. I get the money in the bank. My payment won't bounce. I have money for rent in the bank now and so the next stop is the liquor store and the grocery store. Yay!

Yum

I think, however I have been broke too long. Let's consider what I have been eating compared to what I got to celebrate.

Poverty meal:
Rice or potatoes with cabbage with margarine.

Not impoverished meal:
Bangers and mash (and in case you don't know "mash" aka colcannon is potatoes, cabbage and onion) with real butter, smothered in cheese and mustard with a pint of Guinness on the side and a pint of coffee flavoured Haagen-Daz for dessert!

I guess it really is all about the details.

And in closing, today's comic.