I seem to be on a mega spend spree... But it seems to be the thing i do when depressed.
Today's spendy... Mega cheap ultra-comfy looking socks from aldi, a rice cooker (again, from aldi), and a mega cheap t-shirt (£2.50, huzzahhh!).
With the sad demise of car ownership, I find myself with a few pounds to spare, so have been on a mini treat-myself campaign. Me bought...
A Sony Reader - think "geek meets electronics". I've wayyyy too many books. And i may move somewhere cheaper over the next couple of months... This baby should be able to fit every single book that I own onto it. Then there's the question what to do with the original paper versions... I've paid for them... But if i sell them and keep the digital, then it's illegal... And it'd cost a fortune to re-buy as digital... Maybe if i gave them all to charity it'd be ok? Mmm.
Ultra-twee japanesey SRPG game. Think "chess with extensive tactics and overly cute pieces".
A wallet. Mine is so old, it's lost the ability to perform it's sole purpose in life... Coins fall out! And despite being made of nylon/cotton thread, it's managed to stab me a get times lately, as well as rip my pant pockets. So out with the old and in with the new.
Mini tasty chocolates. A member of cafe kino staff mentioned that i should come along to a vegan fair thing, so me did. And these chocs were wayyyy taystee.
Poppy. Because everyone should. Think "i saw my friends die horrific deaths besides me whilst fighting an evil force bent on world domination"... we should never forget how lucky western civilisation is thanks to those people.
Top box. Think "oh bugger... I've bought too much shopping, now i've got to ride home with a loaf of bread stuffed in my coat". I don't like squidged bread.
And the verdict tomorrow!
I sincerely don't think I'll be alive for very much longer.
But I think I may enjoy the mechanism which leads to the inevitable... the scooter.
Normally, I'd reckon they're not really guaranteed deadly. But my route to work... that's a different matter. In my first ride to work i had what I'd class as mayyybe a 15% death-miss. Then on the way home a 75% death-miss. "Death miss" being... for a fraction of a second, how likely I rate my chance of dying.
Bizarrely... I felt alive after these incidents for a short while. I've not for a couple of years now, rather the opposite.
I now look forward to the ride. Where every other bike stops... I grin, with a dark non-funny humour I don't know the word for, if there is one. Accepting. Maybe even desiring...
Well, the money cleared from the car being sold *sob*... so I've gone and spent 10% of it on the main replacement...
Well, the car sold last night. A lovely science teacher and her engineer finace came to pick it up. Scary business is selling a car. (After newspaper reports of people being knifed, beaten senseless, etc). I almost cried as she drove it away.
And my bum reeeally hurts after pedalling this for 11 or 12 miles... I'm sooo not looking forward to riding it the 4.5 miles to work, up a slight hill... when my legs really just aren't used to it.
Some of it's a bit blonde now, hard to tell from the photo.
