I got an odd letter on Saturday that has really... upset me.
Hell, I'm not sure if "upset" is the right word, but this letter has made sleeping hard to do. It caused me to wake up before six on Sunday and not be able to fall back asleep. Every waking moment since I got this letter I've just wanted to sink through the floor and then down into the ground through hundreds of feet of rock and just stay there for the rest of my life.
The letter also came on top of me spending more than $400 for something that I really want. I don't know how much I'll actually use it, but I really want to use it. Besides, I need some sort of a dream, don't I. Still, as soon as I ordered it, I started regretting the ordering because it costs so much money. Yes, I have the money, and no spending this money won't affect my ability to move somewhere else, but I doubt. I think it could be saved. It could go toward paying off my credit card. It could go toward loans. It could go toward a trip somewhere, anywhere. It could go to things that are so much more responsible than what I actually purchased.
So, basically, I feel like a spider button, a balloon knot, a tar star, a whale eye, a leather donut, a pucker tube, pick your euphemism, and I don't know why.
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So what was the letter?
What did you buy?
Inquiring minds want to know
-Matt
I'd rather not talk (write? think!) about the letter. When I talked about it this morning, I just got more upset.
What I bought was a computer program, which I'm sure I'll write more about after I get it. First, the world has to prove my pessimism wrong by actually shipping it to me.
Make that phone call to that place about that thing.
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