I'll never go on a vacation again. I'm reasonably certain I have developed a spending problem. I find myself flopping all over the internet, always shopping along between expensive purchases that make me mildly happy for about three months. Ninety days, no more. I want nice things, and I have figured out where they are, and how long they last.
I looked into going to Denver last night and again this morning. I don't think that I'll be able to do it. There is a work thing that I might not be able to get out of. I have taken on responsibilities that require me to do things. What was I thinking?
I just want to buy things. I've never been so happy as I am when clicking the button.
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