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Apr. 15th, 2014 10:37 amIt's tax day, but I haven't cared about taxes since February. I do them as soon as possible so I can stop caring about them. Besides, I don't want to think about what would have happened if I'd had the taxes and the CE course both on my mind last week. So never mind, I think I'll keep doing the taxes as soon as possible.
Now if I could just stop spending so much money. I'm getting caught somewhere in the Samuel Vimes "Boots" Theory of Economics, whereby I keep buying cheap pants and they stop fitting me when worn and washed enough times. But I can't bring myself to buy umpteen more pairs of expensive pants yet. So I keep buying cheap pants and they keep ending up in the box in the closet. And then there's the dress I have to buy sometime before the end of the month, to go sing jazz in. And then there are the foundation garments I had to buy because the old ones were mostly the right size, but very much the wrong shape all of a sudden. And the sandals that replaced the ones I wore to death last summer. I wore them to death because they had unauthorized air bubbles in the heels. It was like walking on a trampoline, which was fun, but was not good for the heels, which blew out fairly spectacularly at the end of the summer. So, new sandals.
I'm not living hand-to-mouth by any stretch of the imagination, but I've been there before and I do NOT want to go back. I know how not to do that. I just have to quit arguing with myself about it and actually do it.
Now if I could just stop spending so much money. I'm getting caught somewhere in the Samuel Vimes "Boots" Theory of Economics, whereby I keep buying cheap pants and they stop fitting me when worn and washed enough times. But I can't bring myself to buy umpteen more pairs of expensive pants yet. So I keep buying cheap pants and they keep ending up in the box in the closet. And then there's the dress I have to buy sometime before the end of the month, to go sing jazz in. And then there are the foundation garments I had to buy because the old ones were mostly the right size, but very much the wrong shape all of a sudden. And the sandals that replaced the ones I wore to death last summer. I wore them to death because they had unauthorized air bubbles in the heels. It was like walking on a trampoline, which was fun, but was not good for the heels, which blew out fairly spectacularly at the end of the summer. So, new sandals.
I'm not living hand-to-mouth by any stretch of the imagination, but I've been there before and I do NOT want to go back. I know how not to do that. I just have to quit arguing with myself about it and actually do it.
