I’ve been dealing with some anger issues this week. I won’t get into the how or why of all that, but rest assured that D is pretty much the best person on the planet, not only for seeing me through my times of anger, but for releasing me from it, using a variety of tactics.
WHERE IS MY STIMULUS CHECK?
It’s not like I’m hard-up for the extra six bills, it’s just that ever since I got the letter saying, “Hey, your stimulus check should arrive shortly,” I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR MY STIMULUS CHECK TO ARRIVE SHORTLY.
So what’s the deal, is it just me? Did my crooked landlord run off with my check while she was back in town? (I KNOW that’s irrational, but I have to blame someone seeing as it’s the 21st century and all personal accountability has vanished.) Or maybe the government still thinks I live in Colorado. Or Iowa. Which means it’s sitting unopened on my dresser chez parental units. Maybe I’ll call and check up.
Tell me, median-income friends—has your check arrived yet? Please tell me. I feel all alone.