"Decided to come after?"

" I do love my boy Ewan" D said stepping inside the door, " Holy shit, you've got a roommate?" he asked, N laughing from the kitchen.

"No, why?"

"You have 20 fucking pairs of shoes?" He asked as I looked down following his gaze, speed counting.

"Looks like 11 pairs to me, but I've got a couple of pairs of sandals in the closet, and of course these new ones I'm wearing."

"Hmm, alright, those are nice.. still pretty gay though."

"You're right you know, I should look into getting 3 pairs of High-tops, all different colors, and maybe some matching jogging pants." I said.

"At least then people would be able to get in the door." He said laughing as his eyes focused on what N was carrying, "I'll be taking one of those in one of those fancy glasses please."

So much for not drinking; we were watching Trainspotting, so it seemed rather appropriate.

So maybe in a lack of new Uber Euro Glasses crisis I went out and bought new shoes (that I didn't need) and some Wall Hangings (which I desperately need), but all in all, pretty therapeutic.

So saving my cents isn't really going that well.

Maybe I'll buy a Pair of Shoes and Painting Every week.
But then again, I do need new running spandex, mine are coming apart at the seams, quite literally (who knew you couldn't machine wash them).
I'll need to work the economics of my planned travels again.
Robot development costs look like they could soar to the $2000 mark, and I'll need at least $2500 for any respectable backpacking variety.

Well that's what this afternoon is for, right now I'll go for a run and hope that my running pants don't further separate from the elastic waist band.