In which I learn that late payments aren't that big of a deal if they aren't THAT late.

Logan: I'm trying to decide whether to ask you, the birthday boy, to ... lend me money to pay for your birthday dinner, or to ask one of the other participants — who I don't know as well — to lend me money to pay for your dinner. Mike: Does that mean you're asking me right now?

I know I have a drinking problem because my bank account has a drinking problem. It's there in black-n-white. I try not to look at it, always declining to print a paper receipt because it's quite, well, sobering.