And while I'm talking about the economy here, let me just say that I am furious, really really incensed, about all the shit I didn't buy over the course of the past few years. Every single pair of shoes, every Prada jacket, every new Toyota minivan, every goddaman tub of Creme de la Mer that I left sitting in the store because it felt too profligate to buy them. Well, you know what? If I'd invested in the fucking shoes I'd have them right now. If I'd slathered on that grotesquely overpriced skin cream, my eyes wouldn't be so wrinkly. And I wouldn't have to drive around in a minivan that smells like a cross between the inside of a teenage athlete's Adidas and a twelve-year-old carton of milk. Now the money's gone gone gone and I've got nothing to show for it other than a twelve-alarm case of agita.