Rollin' Back Prices

I was told I should write something.

I have been writing for This Island Earth, so I didn't want to unveil those golden tickets before May. Hmph.

Here is a little tidbit.

Tonight, I went to Borders and Wal-Mart. Now, you must understand that I basically slept for three days straight and felt too weak to walk from one room to the other, so the desire to go to the store made me feel alive. But, once I got to Wal-Mart, I had an insatiable desire to buy everything I saw.

I almost walked out of the store with:

A hula hoop.
A game called "In a Pickle" (or something like that).
A new bedspread.
One of those giant circle things that you use to blow giant bubbles.
A Frappuccino.
Some new shampoo.
Step Up: 2
PS. I Love You.
Uncle Buck.
and a "Team Edward" purse.

(That last one was a joke, but the rest were for real.)

Instead, I walked out with a giant plastic jar of pretzel bites, some kleenex, and two boxes of envelopes for the walk-a-thon.

Self-restraint, eh?

I thought so.

PS. Borders has changed its hours of operation to try to "make it over this economic hump" as the salesperson told me. They are opening an hour later and closing an hour earlier. For some reason, that made me really sad.