Memo.

This morning I asked Leon to write me a check. We're reserving our reception hall today and the place needs a deposit. So I went to an ATM on the way to work and began to deposit the check. I took a good look at it, just to make sure everything was right. He's spelled my name wrong before, if you can believe it. So I notice a note in the memo portion of the check. It reads: Sensual masage. Which I think is supposed to mean: Sensual massage. That guy is too funny. I deposited it anyway.
Then I bought three lottery scratch off tickets. Just in case, you know, I might win $10,000 or something. But they were all loosers, because that would just solve too many problems for me.

Perhaps I can console myself with some shopping tomorrow.