Broke as a Stoat

I am so poor right now. Ah man. So so poor. Coffee is a luxury way out of my reach, cds and videos a long distant memory, travel is barely affordable, and my social life is so empty that the nearest I've come to going for a drink recently is licking the pavement after a rainstorm. Being sick is draining my resources. Badly. My funds are so depleted they print my statements in blue so the red matches better. There is however some light at the end of tunnel; some draft at the end of the over. Very slowly the situation is on the mend. I've started a bit of gigging again recently, I've got a couple of shows upcoming, I've started the comedy again, and who know's what tomorrow will bring for the acting and writing. Still, if anyone feels the urge to send large brown envelopes of cold hard cash through my letterbox, or to purchase the publishing rights to this blog for unfeasible sums of currency, both I and my creditors would be eternally grateful.