and she said.. "how you interpret the dream is probably more important than the dream itself"

I just bought a new suit today. Or yesterday.. sort of. You know how it goes, Ebay. I still haven't realized that sometimes, certain things are best left to the real-deal brick-and-mortar shops. Like shopping for suits. Thing is, I got a helluva deal for a brand new suit so I shouldn't complain.. and I won't.. until it arrives and it doesn't fit me. It amazes me every day the level of cheaposity I am capable of. Somewhere in my brain there is a switch that tells me my time is worth very little in lost opportunity cost if it is spent researching a product in order to save money.. even a few dollars. Sometimes I don't see the big picture. I see, in the short term and right in front of me, a bill for $A,BCD.XY and I figure that anything that will make that number less is a good thing. Even if it means wasting a weekend staring at stereo specs online. Even if it means climbing under a grimey car in the middle of winter with a blow-torch and some bubble gum. Even, in fact, spending more money, on occassion. A case of the "I'm saving money because it was on sale". A case of buying quality over something that will "just get the job done" because, somehow, I want to reward superior workmanship. Because somehow I want to appreciate the finer things in life (even though I don't want to pay the price for them). Even though I always end up with a lemon anyway. There is no such thing as superior workmanship. If it was built, it can break, and believe me if you wait long enough, it will.

I don't particularly need a new suit but it just struck me as something I should have around. You can never have too many suits. I think. Men in suits are some of the only good things to come out of this entire western culture and goddamned if I let that slip away through the cracks like one more lost jewel.