Okay, so I didn't win the lottery. Someone in El Paso did. It was up to $145 million, so I decided to give it a shot. Normally, I don't do such things because, deep down in my heart, I know the lottery is for suckers. Chris normally buys tickets, though, so I figured I'd buy it in his honor because he's out gallivanting somewhere in the Midwest.
Granted somebody's going to win, but the odds against it are so astronomical as to be ridiculous. I must admit that an extra million or two would come in handy right about now...
Once again I've sworn off credit cards, not the least because I've reached an unhappy milestone on card #3. No, I'm too embarrassed to say how much I owe on just one card, but suffice it to say it's too much.
I feel like such an idiot. I should know better; I do know better. It's just like the lottery, credit cards are a fool's game. And here I am, one of the fools. I guess it should be gratifying to know I'm not alone, but it's not. I really have to do better. It's much better to be broke and not in debt than to be broke and in debt.
It shouldn't be this hard to live within your means, right? I'm not frivolous; I don't have closets full of shoes or CDs. I guess I'm just lazy. It's so much easier to take the path of least resistance, at least until the bill comes at the end of the month, but then, of course, it's too late...