afterknowledge and I went to the mall after work yesterday, where we were girly. We had food at Panera, manicures and pedicures, and we bought clothes. One result of this expedition is my shiny shiny fingernails. And as it's Friday afternoon, and there's nothing for me to do here, my attention keeps being caught by the smooth and shiny. So I'll sit still for a few seconds and gaze at my nails, or watch them as they move over the keyboard while I type.I need a hobby.
My goal for this weekend is to spend no money. I'm not sure how reasonable this is, but I must attempt it. There should be food in my cabinet enough to get me through, so at least I know I won't starve. It's simply that I have been spending far too much of late, and I need a spending diet. So this weekend, it begins. I must entertain myself in ways that do not lead to admission costs, and I must feed myself with food that I prepare. This last is the real key. I've been eating out and eating out and ordering in. And I do have food, and I am capable of cooking for myself. So now I must make myself make the effort.
I should also do something active. Walking, biking, yoga, something. The weather's beautiful and I'm playing the part of a lump. A lump who goes places, but does so using cars and elevators. Not so good.
