Right now debating plans for tonight (I had paid to attend another Night at the Octagon with DJ Q*Bert earlier this month, but it got rescheduled to tonight due to NAMM stuff) and tomorrow (there's a screening of Kill La Kill in SF tomorrow) relative to how constrained my finances are and how the bankers are making up new excuses and how my efforts to "get creative" with my finances earlier have not been particularly forthcoming.

I'm thinking, the extra expense of some additional BART trips may push me beyond my already strained limits. ;-/

I had thought: maybe there was a snowball's chance in hell I could have a new vehicle sooner than later and then not waste $ on less than stellar hotel accommodations, but that prospect also vanished.

I plan for the worst, but my resources are never sufficient. Things seem to invariably get worse, as if this ungoldy universe continues to plot against me, perpetually; doubling down when I am already being as proactive and defensive as I can be.

No doubt, I'll survive, worse for wear, as usual; because the mercy of being left to be one with oblivion eludes me. That would be too kind apparently.