Okay, this is what I need.
I need someone to come over here and start shouting numbers at me until my brain can no longer remember all the numbers it needs to get into my netbanking. Actually, no, that won’t work. The whole process is so ingrained in my fingers, just like how they teach those monkeys to type or something.
Okay, this is what I need.
I need someone to come over here and crush my fingers in such a way that it would become the top hit on Youtube for a week and a half.
I have gone eBay mad. Some of the stuff, I don’t even want that much, I just get attached to the item as it is described or shown in the picture. It’s all DVDs. At least it’s resellable. That’s what I keep telling myself. I can just sell it again, I say. But I could never part with this stuff. It serves the collector obsession part of my O.C.D. Or should that be O*C*D. Someone stop me bidding on Season 8 of M*A*S*H, QUICKLY!
I’m actually thinking of dismantling my TV recording PC and selling off the tuner card. I’ve barely had a moment to watch any of the things I’ve recorded, and I’m not that captivated by it anymore. It’s quite possible the TV/PC was just another thing I had to conquer and now that I have, I’m not that interested anymore.
I really have scored some bargains on eBay though. Although it will likely increase my lifetime risk of heart failure, I’m going to recount my purchases here, in one list. It’s kind of like an auto-intervention.
That’s in the past two days. None of it particularly expensive though. There, that’s not too bad. Deep breaths.
Oh, if anyone is planning on coming around to brainwash me or dismantle my finger bone structure, can you wait a few days? I’ve got a bid going on some Ren and Stimpy DVDs…
Would an intervention help?
I could give you unjustified bad feedback and get your eBay account suspended? It happened to me. :(