This week I celebrated the vernal equinox and got my credit card statement for the month. My situation is redolent of Edna St. Vincent Millay's:
Dear Harriet Monroe—
Spring is here. —and I could be very happy, except that I am broke. Would you mind paying me now instead of upon publication for those so stunning verses of mine which you have? I am become very, very thin, and have taken to smoking Virginia tobacco.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
P.S. I am awfully broke. Would you mind paying me a lot?