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What's that all about, then?
Tuesday, October 26th, 2004 10:44 amI am taking a few moments out to write a junk entry before getting on with some work. I really don't have the time for luxuries as LJ entries from work at the moment, but I just need something to limber up my brain before I get going, so this is it.
Clearly my acquisitive tendencies are beginning to get out of hand.
Last night I dreamt about paying too much for a digital camera with a lower spec than the one I wanted. I woke up at about 4am feeling rather alarmed that I'd done something so daft before realising that it was only a dream.
Overall, I take this to be a good sign.
If my subconscious has nothing better to do than chide me over expensive and ill advised purchases I haven't actually made, then quite apart from any issues concerning sanity, it hasn't got any really troubling material to work with. That can only be a good thing.
Tonight I should be quizzing, but I shall be sending an email off shortly giving my apologies. Once again there is too much month left at the end of the money, and I have just had to withdraw cash on my credit card pending pay-day. Since this is not the cheapest method of keeping one's finances afloat, I rather feel that I should not then waste it on alcohol, and given that our quiz team are International class drinkers, I refuse to sit in a pub cuddling a half of bitter while they attempt to drink the pub dry. I am supposed to be meeting a bunch of friends for drinks on Thursday, too, but I shall have to blow that off as well.
Oddly, being short of money doesn't seem to worry me; it certainly hasn't troubled my subconscious, which is hung up on inferior digital camera.
Clearly my acquisitive tendencies are beginning to get out of hand.
Last night I dreamt about paying too much for a digital camera with a lower spec than the one I wanted. I woke up at about 4am feeling rather alarmed that I'd done something so daft before realising that it was only a dream.
Overall, I take this to be a good sign.
If my subconscious has nothing better to do than chide me over expensive and ill advised purchases I haven't actually made, then quite apart from any issues concerning sanity, it hasn't got any really troubling material to work with. That can only be a good thing.
Tonight I should be quizzing, but I shall be sending an email off shortly giving my apologies. Once again there is too much month left at the end of the money, and I have just had to withdraw cash on my credit card pending pay-day. Since this is not the cheapest method of keeping one's finances afloat, I rather feel that I should not then waste it on alcohol, and given that our quiz team are International class drinkers, I refuse to sit in a pub cuddling a half of bitter while they attempt to drink the pub dry. I am supposed to be meeting a bunch of friends for drinks on Thursday, too, but I shall have to blow that off as well.
Oddly, being short of money doesn't seem to worry me; it certainly hasn't troubled my subconscious, which is hung up on inferior digital camera.