Saturday Miscellany

Buyer's Exhaustion

I've heard of buyer's regret, but never buyer's exhaustion. I went to the bank today to pick up the check for Monday's trip to the car dealership. I came out of the loan office and nearly fell to my knees with exhaustion.

It came from nowhere. It hit me from behind. It was all I could do to crawl to the Faithful Camry and strap myself in.

Yes, I did manage to meander around Borders for about an hour, but after that, I realized any further attempt to check off the to-do list would be in vain.

I came home. I am about to go collapse on the couch.

So, Snow Already!

What is going on? The end of January and no measurable precipitation for the season in central Jersey? What? I'm waiting. I'm not ready, of course, because for unknown reasons I am unable to drag a 50 lb bag of ice melter up the stairs. (That's why there are tubs of cat litter at the foot of my back porch. 40 lb tubs of cat litter. I have turned into a weakling but am too tired to do much about it.)

Snow, already. Snow, dammit! Snow. Go ahead. We're all waiting. Just snow. Dump those 25" on us. Do it. You know you want to.

I triple dog dare you.

The Many Mysteries of Life

I have absolutely no idea how I'm going to afford this car payment. I guess I'll find out in a month. In the meantime, adieu, Coffee Heaven. Well, when Anon Boy's Xmas gift card runs out. Adieu, Starbucks. No more $4 mochas for me.

For all the feints I've made at various austerity programs, this one is the real deal.