As I was cycling today, I was composing a post in my head. It went something like this:
"I've always been fairly good about not spending money. Every now and I'll splash out, and buy a laptop or a trip to England, but usually, I'm pretty good.
Lately, I've been trying to save up for a certain trip, but it's very inconsistent, resulting in days like the one with me deciding I didn't need the second hand on my watch to actually tell time (cost: $10) and then going and blowing half a paycheck on three pairs of shoes.
Or today, when I bought two 50c stamps instead of ten, and then spent $45 in the uni bookshop."
I didn't really finish it, but I feel it was building up to a pithy conclusion that would generate a ton of hilarious comments.
But then I actually went to buy some books, took my three Conan Doyles to the counter, and the chick showed me this one...
...that I could get instead for the low low price of FIFTEEN DOLLARS.
I hate when real life interferes with a blog post.