"What day is it?" I asked. "I don't know," my friend said, giggling. "If it's not the first or the fifteenth, I don't know."
I find myself talking more and more about money. With more and more people. Rarely does the conversation pertain to being very well off, without debt or without struggle. It seems everyone's living for payday. We indulge in recollection of the past, the carefree years, when direct deposit hit and was eagerly exchanged for a shopping spree. Now, as adults, we barely feel like we get paid. We just pass our paycheque briefly from the hand of our employer to the hand of our bill collectors.
