love is always gonna be hard to give up without thinking that you'll never love anybody else as much.

was casually strolling along the shelves of Borders yesterday when my attention was caught by douglas adams's hitchhiker trilogy being sold in a box set for only 90 ringgit (!). having read the series several times, i figured i should get other books instead. so i bought myself a couple of robert rankin's works, firmly setting the box set back down at its shelf, proud at my show of self-restraint.

but then, as i said to my dad, the moment my self-restraint wasn't looking, i ducked and made for the box set, grabbing and paying for it before my self-restraint caught up. when it finally did, it brought guilt along with it, all disapproving noises and accusatory glances. before they could say anything, though, i pointed out it was punishment enough that i was breaking in my new shoes, my feet decorated with colourful animal-motif plasters, the only ones i could find at home. guilt went away after that, off to pester some poor soul who had forgotten his wife's birthday.

so that's that. i believe i oughta to curb my spending a bit, especially after considering the fact that next thursday marks the last day of my earning a rather wobbly income, but oh wells. we'll see.