Yesterday, in a rare bout of generosity, I took my housemates out to dinner. That was pretty fun, actually. We ate crab and sushi and stuff. Yum tasty. I think I inherited my mom's love for feeding people. After fooding, we had an exciting romp down Market St. seeking electronic components. I wound up buying some DVDs and one of those cool spiky UBO lightbulbs and some socks. I always feel so guilty when I buy clever, wacky, fun items. Like everything I purchase should have immediate constructive use or support a cause. In a sense, everyone is a consumer, right? Right?
I've been reading up on elly's diaryland journal entries, and I came across this entry and I really identified with what she said about being optimistic. "...being an optimist implies expectations. having expectations implies disappointment." I really admire elly's journal writing style.
