Well, got one of the last condo rooms available for Viable Paradise just this morning. Also scored some sweet airline deals last night. And HOLY FRAK have I been spending money (airlines are up front, the Inn required 50% down, plus the tuition payment). So don't mind me if I FREAK OUT for a little bit realizing that I just spent the equivalent of a down payment on a car (well, I'm also paying for three people up front, two of which I have to cover fully). And a nice car, not a BMW, but also not a Yugo (do they still sell Yugos in the US?).
I'm going to collapse into a quivering, gelatin like mass soon. You may have seen me fret about other purchases (have I shown that side of my neurosis here?). Making the purchase of the Dyson vacuum cleaner was a three-day fret-fest (and about two-weeks after I found the deal). Having not grown up with money to burn, spending money is a difficult process for me. So, if you can imagine my quandary over the vacuum purchase, consider that in the past two days I've spent ten-times as much. With not a lot of chance to think it all through (I feel better when I double and triple check purchases and do "Due Diligence" on them). And I'm not done.
Breathe in, breathe out. I need to go to my happy place. I'm calm, the center of my being (holy frak, holy frak, holy frak, holy frak).