Here is an example of just how broke I've been feeling lately:
I went for a run this morning in my balmy, 77 degree neighborhood and as I passed a gas station, I saw a dollar bill on the ground. So naturally I picked it up and tucked it into my sports bra.
A ONE. DOLLAR. BILL.
What the crap was I thinking? That my boob sweat would transform it into a ten by the time I got home?? I'm disgusting. And I had this thought as I continued to run with it plastered against me but what was I going to do then? Throw it back on the ground? NO. I ran that wet little piece of paper all the way home to my wallet. And then showered before touching my mouth.
Good god I need an extra job. Or a new job altogether. On the plus side though: my iced coffee today will probably cost only 89 cents. Woo!