If that's your best, your best won't do.

Sitting back to take stock after my life's latest sequence of absurd lurches, things aren't looking good. Despite having made a profit in August, this may well not be enough for Wade International after a lacklustre September. To put it mildly, I'm probably not going to be able to afford to pay myself in October - and unless we see a monthly profit in October, Wade International may not see the end of the year (November being famously the worst month for business in this industry, so we need cash in the bank to weather that).
Unless things change, sharply, what this means is fairly stark: I'm going to be living on beans for the forseeable, I'm definitely not going to the ICC, I'm cutting out any social life which involves me spending any money whatsoever, and if I could cancel GenCon I would, but it's booked & paid for so I can't.
Basically, don't expect to see much of me unless you're paying.
If any of you happen across a bag full of money whilst out walking the dog or something, remember that my need is greater than yours, okay?

Oh, and I'll be buying a lottery ticket on Saturday.

In other news, I managed my best time this century in the mile run last night, and then at Ninja High School I was punched solidly in the face by a pugnacious Irishman (who I got back good and proper), and then I was punched and kicked in the head by a stocky Australian semi-pro Muay Thai competitor (who I didn't even get close to, never mind get back).
Perhaps I should sell tickets to watch me get beaten up. It might raise some funds.

To work!