i broke down, finally.

not the nervous kind, though i should probably tell that story sometime. i finally got a new wallet yesterday. people that have seen my old wallet will understand what a huge step this was. my old one was loaded with history and sentimental value, i'd had it since i was 15, it was a gift from a church in mexico, but it was worn to the point of complete and utter disrepair, on top of that, navigating it wasn't always easy, i mean with all the stuff an important guy like me carries around.

i got it at target, and i got a few other things too, ended up spending nearly fifty bucks, which is alarming, i don't recall the last time i spent that kind of money at target, and it sort of made me mindful of the fact that i've been spending money like it's going out of style lately, mostly in the last two or three weeks, it's the kind of thing where i'm afraid to look at my account statement or anything like that, even though, that's totally unreasonable, because i haven't spent *that* much money, i mean i haven't bought a car or a put a contract on anybody's life or anything like that.

i did buy a car actually, but it's likely not what you think.

feeling: extended
thinking of: my retired wallet and how to preserve it
music: "bright side of the road" van morrison