I take we are feeling, what? Peckish?

Oh, I sent an email to a friend in the city, the old "why I haven't bought a car" routine in response to the question "why hadn't I bought a car?". Why do I write this drivel? Why should I even think about buying or not buying a car? Why should I wrap it up in an email and send it to a friend who undoubtedly tapped her forehead with her finger as she read it? I do not give a fuck about buying cars or else I would go out and buy some cars, right? It has something to do with wherever it is I'm at in my overly exciting life at the moment and about this I can make half assed prescient guesses, none of which give me confidence in my current mental condition.

I've spent the price of a car on camera gear in the last three months. Well, four months. A couple of years old car, nothing too fancy, but, you know, a car. Still. In the same vein, why do I need another lens or camera body when I haven't been shooting pictures? I don't have a decent TV set. I don't mean a big, fills the corner wall TV set, I mean a decent regular old TV set. Everybody has a decent regular old TV set, they have three or four decent regular old TV sets. Their kids have TV sets in their bedrooms. Everybody's got a TV set, right? Why have I never bought a TV set? Did I miss something in high school? Was I gazing out the window watching the world when they clued in the class with the critical information?

Rien is quitting his career as a video editor to go live on an Ionian island with the love of his life, planning to support himself as a tattoo artist, and I am sitting here fretting about cars (Rien doesn't even own a car) and talking about TV.

It is now early Saturday. It is raining. I still feel just fine, thank you, the smiling face in a rainy day picture.