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So the apartment is all mine for an entire evening. Normally I'd splurge in my fortune, but odds are I'll just go to sleep. No one is online. My sinuses have been crappy all day. Even after taking my allergy meds I feel like I need to sneeze constantly. Oh well. I start tutoring tomorrow. Better not screw that up. It's funny. I feel like I have to do everything, and the old standard feeling that I can procrastinate on everything and still slide by with minimum effort. Oh well.

Been spending money on stuff, like a new monitor and a CD and a new Mouse and keyboard. Not sure how I feel about it all. Sure, it's cool, but can't I use the money in a better way? I could use a finanical planner. Fine, so I'd have at most 500 to put in an account. But that would gain interest. I have my 250 dollars in bonds somewhere in home, but won't be redeemable for another 28.5 years. I could probably get 'em at half value now and invest and make over 250 in that time, but, damn I sound old.

I should've asked Zach and Noah for permission before I announced my party. They're okay with it, but now I feel bad. It's these moments of pure self indulgence that scare me. Where is my inner voice saying Hold on a minute? Is it still alive?