My Imaginary Tree

Going into a Barnes & Noble or Borders is a very bad idea for me if I'm trying to stick to a budget. I just cannot go in there without buying shitload of crap.

I'm walking around picking out stuff that I can't seem to leave without buying. I must've said, "I gotta get the fuck outta here!" like twenty times while I was in there.

Two hours and triple espresso later, I walk out $60 bucks poorer and working out the details of how to eat on the cheap for a week.

I spend money like it grows on a tree in my back yard -- and considering I neither own a tree like that, nor a back yard, that's not so good.

To state the obvious, there is something very, very wrong with me. Seriously!

But that's nothing a bottle of vino and a few stogies can't fix.