It's true what everyone says. Credit cards are dangerous. I seem to be putting everything on it at the moment, though to be fair on myself I don't have much choice: my bank account's dryer than a budgie's tit. Still, it's an odd idea that I could just get up and buy any of the various things I've longed for over the past year, such as a new laptop or a return trip to Vancouver. Actually, that's pretty much it. The only financial desires I have are extravagant, so I don't have to work and can spend all day writing.