Number Crunching

So here I am on the verge of asset extinction. The monies are not rolling in and in fact the hole is what I'm in, to be exact. Let me just say this isn't a dream, it's a nightmare and with an enchroaching mental illness-no one physician really gives me a correct diagnosis-the coffers of financial aid are turned out and the parents runneth dry. Might this be what Alice was talking about when she found herself in a hole and while passing the jar marked "Marmalade" turned out empty? Yet all hope is not lost... the Poet challenges us to take up arms against the sea of debters and this may be a new beginning as well as a closing of some more personal files.
We begin with an examination of some of these files...entitled "Bills to Pay," from the least to the greatest. Central Texas Pathology Associates claim I owe them for some medications which were used at a hospital. 186.59$. The Outpost Apartments: owing them 200.00$ for tripping out during the semester and causing them to re-rent. To Seton Shoal Creek Hospital I owe 330.98$, UT Southwestern calls me to pay 350.00$, and Nix Health Care System is collaborating with Medical Management Concepts to purge me of 400.00$. So far, not so good. Now the big ones. The 700.00$ owed to Hays County EMS, 1,300.50$ to Texas State University...the misers, 1,000$ due to Cathleen D.Harrioson, M.D., and for the grand finalie...10,254.79$ to the government, money supposedly well-spent in making me a productive member of society. However, I seem to have taken a turn onto the psychopath of life, of all the roads to have taken. Leading to a total of 13,721.86$. I have about 39.00$ in my lovely bank account right now. So this means I am worth a negative 13,682.86$. That's alot of negativity weighing in my life right now! That's 10,000 more dollars than troops that have died in Iraq to date.
While they're waging a war for freedom, I also am waging a similar war against tyranny of the dollar. Until I have a thousand dollars in my saving account and no black mark against my name we will not recall the metephorical troops consisting of my own two hands. We shall not fail whether it takes us a month or a year or a decade. Plans will be revealed as they come, hopefully spontaniously and without judgement. Jobs will be searched, applications filled, interviews taken seriously. With utmost care and sensibility we shall consider the alternative route to the "psychopath." Smoldering in the land of American opportunities and living in a nest of strip malls and other places of work there must be a perfect fit for someone like me, not to mention the numerous options afforded by the internet. Every hour will be taken under consideration as one that could be driving me out from under this cloud. Ok, maybe I'm fibbing a bit about every hour... but it is my resolution to make every minute count.
What enemies to fight... the ticking clock and consumerism for two... the desire to cut my hair and buy that shirt and that book and that and that until...one day I am consumed with the fires of desire. Must I live like a monk to pursue my goal? What pitfalls will there be along the way? We will find out. This is a story about the ending of debt, but well, this could be the beginning of something new... out of the ashes of debt rises the phoenix of riches.