About to walk across the street to the bank. I want to see if I can get a personal loan in order to buy a really nice bike for around a thousand bucks, and then maybe make payments of around a hundred bucks for the next year.
Over the course of that year, the bike would have paid for itself in saved bus fares, but mostly in saved time otherwise spent walking here and there. Time is money.
Plus it's always safer riding through neighborhoods at 13 miles per hour rather than being almost a sitting duck, plodding along at 4 miles per hour, carrying a guitar and a backpack.
I would usually bide my time and rely on the Law of Attraction to bring a thousand dollar bike to me, along with a distressed seller, who might really need the $220 bucks that I might have at the time...
But I think making monthly payments might help to recreate the mindset I once had when my life was more regular.
But I'd better get going towards the bank, and be sure to laugh at the skeezers out front who might have about half of their "benefits" left for this month, that they got 2 days ago...hahaha!
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