I am feeling especially mature and adult today because yesterday afternoon I found myself walking through my favorite music store snapping up CD's left and right (The Delays! The Stills! New Elliott Smith! New Matador collection! Interpol! My God, is there no end is sight?) when a cool wave of logic came over me and I realized, Beth, you have bills to pay. You cannot drop a hundred random dollars on CD's when your cable bill is due. If you have money left after the cable bill, then you may come back.
And yet there's a giant peice of me that really, really, really just wants to turn off my cable and listen to Elliott Smith all night. Siiiiigh. Dammit, this was downright RESPONSIBLE of me.