Self Discipline I Must - Reposted

This insignificant post was posted a couple of hours ago and I supposed Blogger felt that it was really too insignificant to allow it to stay in this tiny blog space, it ate up my post and vomited none of anything out. I was replying to a recent comment then when I came back to the blog, it's just not there anymore, I logged in to check my drafts and it ain't there either. This isn't the first time. I'll give it 2 more chances before I decide if I should move my site. Here is the post, reposted as much as I can remember - damn. As a person who is running short in the financial arena, I’m pack full of guilt to present to all my latest purchases from yesterday – so called last purchases from yesterday onwards. Douglas Adams, Robert Jordan, who wouldn't go nuts over them? Ok, maybe not many people. A beady necklace to deck my too short neck, a ring – not shown here – and 2 books from 2 favorite authors of mine - thanks to Mr Smurfie for the borders voucher - to feed my hungry reading soul. There is also a pair of pseudo Birkenstock sandals which was beautiful to the eyes before I paid for it and boring as hell – if hell was ever boring – by the minutes I walked in it. The pamphlet at the back behind the books – in the picture - is from The Body Shop. It’s showing some facial products I’m considering getting, to gorge my botchy skin with. Somebody stop me please, cut my fingers off or something the next time I go "deng deng" wide eyed at some non-free stuff. A person like me should learn to keep remaining cash safely frozen till the next paying job comes along and learn to eat free on others whenever possible - tongue not hanging out from mouth equals I'm seriously considering this option. And airen get that Phantom of the Opera soundtrack ready to pass to me before I pass out from the urge to pay for one myself.