Too Busy Planning My Future To Have A Present Worth A Fuck
For once I got into the “fresh start” mentality of the New Year, which I took advantage of in a very un-nymphoish manner. After two evenings of organizing the huge stack of mail that has been sprawled across the entry (and behind the couch, and maybe perhaps also under a huge pile of shoes) since I moved in, I sidetracked to figuring out what all the numbers on my 401k statement meant, which then had me wondering how much more loot it would take so I could roll around in my filthy wealth when I’m 59 1/2 years old, and from there I spent all weekend researching the current stock market so I can build a nest egg on the Lower East Side well before I can access my 401k.
