How is this even remotely fair? Sometimes I miss the days when all I had was (excluding my dogs of course, I can't live without them) myself, a new old record, a book of Bukowski, and a big ass bottle of cheap red wine and a pack of smokes, and I was completely contented and sated. These days I have so much more to covet. Maybe I should work on that. Oh, wait, I already do. Speaking of, I've cleared out my closets and most of my clothing is going to the boutique to pay my art school tuition. Have at.