Don’t Forget to Blink

My gosh. I feel like I haven’t blinked in a week. Seriously.

Is that weird? Oh, what am I talking about, of course that is weird.

What I am trying to say, is that I feel like I have done nothing but stare at my computer screen and furiously absorb everything I have been coming across lately. Either that, or I have my head in a book, furiously absorbing everything there too. Sometimes, I forget to blink.

I have actually, consciously, told myself to blink. Sometimes when I finally pull myself back into the real world, I look around, blink a few times and go ‘woah’. If I don’t blink, will I have a seizure like they warn you about on video game packages?

Anyway, I am going to the used bookstore. Wish me luck. Luck not spending every dime I don’t have. Then off to Costco where I will spend at least two hundred dollars and get nothing. Well, margarine and kitty litter and other terribly exciting things in large tubs which I will have to haul one at a time into my house as Costco won’t give me a box, they’ll just toss all my bulk crap into my cart and say, “Cheerio, sucker!” Thanks for all the money.

There is no pleasure in shopping at Costco. For $200, you don’t get much of anything exciting. Whereas, you go to the bookstore…lots and lots of exciting stuff. Even at the grocery store, you are going home with at least one thing that makes your pulse perk up when you blow a couple hundred dollars. But at Costco? All you get is a ding in your car from some yahoo’s overloaded shopping cart.