Plasma-selling time

I just got poorer. And all it took was one little notice that really wasn't much of a notice. Effective next month, rent increases $65. The days of justifying daily runs for $1.54 coffee are over.

I may fight it. I don't think I should have to pay an extra dime until management brings in an exterminator that can rid the apartment of roaches. So far, they're 0-4.

I was warned that an increase might be on its way. But wishful thinking had shoved the idea of having to cough up extra cash to the back of my mind.

Ugh. These darn growing pains. It's all part of the post-college experience.