Gevurah
I don’t have many monthly bills to pay. To be exact, I have three.
Even the three I have are too many.
Rent takes precedence over everything else, of course, and I managed to pay it. I needn’t have worried about keeping the apartment. My landlord was perfectly happy to accept my explanation of having had a longer weekend than I had expected, which, given that it meant an extra fifty dollars for him, should have come as no surprise to me.
In fact, as things turned out, my immediate downstairs neighbors had vacated their apartment while I was gone, so I moved into it; I wish I hadn’t, even though it was a necessity. My new living arrangements are too large and too expensive. The landlord also made me put down a deposit when I signed the lease. What am I going to do with a two-bed
