Retail Therapy

I bought some books tonight as my form of retail therapy--there were sales on, which helped, and titles that I had long coveted for my personal use, and also I want to do my part to help university presses. And also, perhaps most importantly, I have no idea when my library will be up to speed so I can borrow things, and I need some things for projects right now. Luckily one of the perks of being a pop culture studies scholar is that since our work--and associated presses--are lower regarded, the price point is much cheaper!  (Also, it helps that I haven't really done anything for two months but pay bills and buy food, so my self-allotted "fun" allowance is rather healthy.

Sigh, and you can see the pressure I was under growing up to justify any pleasurable purchase in that I spent four rather long sentences explaining why wanting to buy something for myself is okay.

I've been thinking intermittently about trying again to do therapy. The main crux of the matter is my trust issues out the wazoo, and my dislike of feeling vulnerable. But now that I'm at a point of stability right now--fucking global pandemic aside--where I'm just so tired of my own brainmeat that I think it might be worth trying again.