I’m drifting in and out of cooped-up for too long gloom, and obviously, this means I want to buy things. A little of this, a little of that. Some relic of the outside world to brighten my day. The only thing that keeps me from spending a fortune is that I don’t have a fortune.
There’s a painting of a mockingbird I want for my office. Never mind the fact that I don’t have an office, or the fact that I would most likely go insane, if I thought the pandemic was going to go on long enough to make building an office seem like a good idea. And let’s not even talk about what the mockingbird costs.
And there’s a carpet cleaner. And a t-shirt. I actually could afford a t-shirt. And cleaning the carpets wouldn’t be the worst idea.
I wouldn’t go out on a random shopping trip, if that were an option, but suddenly, it seems like I desperately need everything I see, and I see a lot on the internet.
Allow me to consult my shopping list.
Why no. The only thing on this list is tuna fish. How odd. I could have sworn I was supposed to pick up components for a robotic personal assistant.
A.S. Akkalon
Karen
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