Interestingly enough today, I learned from the front page of the Dallas Morning News that even the billionaires in Dallas are suffering from the recession.
I never knew such a thing was possible, but apparently Dallas has the highest concentration of this species outside of the financial capitals of the world such as New York, London, and Los Angeles.
This is not all that surprising, but what is surprising is the idea that this was not a satirical headline but was meant in all seriousness.
At first I thought it might be a joke, because seriously, how much can a billionaire suffer in a recession?
Isn’t that like a slap in the face of people who really are suffering in a recession?
Who gives a mouse’s fart whether or not someone like Ross Perot loses a hedge fund worth around $2 billion or so?
I mean I’m sure ole Ross does, but as for the rest of us…was there not anything better to fill the front page of the paper with? Haven’t the Cowboys traded someone or something? (Or removed a tumor?)
Maybe not, but hey at least all you middle class workers out there can take solace in the fact that the billionaires are having a hard time too in the recession.
Nevermind they still wipe with Benjamins, this recession is hard on everyone apparently.
Well that’s good to know.
Moving on, I’ve officially got my first sunburn of the season and it feels good.
The semester is slowly dying, but Alexandra will be here in just under 48hrs breathing a quality of life into things that is much needed.
That is also why the story is a bit on pause since another chapter will get added over the weekend, I’ll just pick back up after she leaves.
In the meantime, I’ve started staying all hours of the night on the weekends, even testing the waters of staying up until the first blush of morning appeared, and then calling it a night.
It’s amazing how much work you can get done in the stillness of the night.
It’s also awkward when you get hungry.
I’m not a big fan of Jack in the Box generally speaking, but of all the times you could choose to eat there, I’m sure 3am was probably a bad choice.
But McDonalds and Taco Bell were closed.
And goodness knows what would’ve happened if I had a Whataburger that time of morning.
I would probably still be in bed.
Luckily, no lasting effects came from my early morning excursion to Jack in the Box, or my joy-riding the interstate around 430.
Now, if I could just make myself focus on this Hebrew word study…