i’m so tired of pretending to be honest. my whole pension gone, every penny from teaching for forty years just *poof* vanished in some crypto scam – don't even ask. but here i am still at the yacht club, ordering the most expensive scotch, laughing at their dumb jokes about market fluctuations. gotta keep up appearances for the bridge club you know, can’t have them thinking i’m just some broke old teacher now. it’s EXHAUSTING. i just want to sleep.