Bills: Genre Undetermined

Bills came due at the same time every month, but somehow it always caught her by surprise. She groaned, pushed the mat of tangled hair back from her forehead, squinted at the half-empty bottle of vodka on the nightstand but decided that bills required, if not a clear head, at least one afflicted only by a hangover, and pushed herself to her feet. The usual warnings were on the bills: pay in 10 days or repossession will occur! pay in a week or it's the debtor's prison for you! She scowled. She used to get the nice bills, that just mumbled a little about fines for late payment. She suspected these new bills were made up just for her. She made plenty of money, when she wanted to, so they could hardly say it was a wise business decision to not accept her custom, but--

Inspiration: It's the fifteenth. Take a guess.
Story Potential: Low.
Notes: This is a particularly boring motivation....