It's my party and I'll cry if I want to

Actually, I'm not having a party. But it is my birthday.

And, unfortunately, it sucks.

For one, I have to work at my part-time newspaper job tonight.

For two, I made more money from my writing this week than I did from my business. Yeah, that's how bad the business has been the last week or two.

But, on the positive side ... yeah, I made more money from my writing this week than I did from my business. It sounds nice. Hope I get to say it more often in the future.