Just pasta, and a bag of chips.
I know, I know, should have picked up veggies. By the time I dragged myself out of the house yesterday, it was chip time. It just was.
Then I did the pasta thing from Monday again.
So, I know the lottery is a big bad way to waste money. And I know the chances of winning are slightly worse than getting struck by lightning while *not* acting as a human lightning rod, or roughly on par with getting caught in a tornado and landing in a magical now land.
The thing that interests me about it, though, is that at some point (and I get that it's totally un-American to even *think* this) there's such a thing as too much money. Really. I'm sitting here, in my bed, in my rat-shack-hovel (it's not *quite* that bad...) and I really have no idea what you do with that much money.
Well, other than invest it in dividend bearing stocks and property, and personal security and whatnot.
Really, once you've got more than you need, you've just got more than you need. Would I like an authentic pre-revolutionary mansion downtown in Charleston? Sure.
Do I need one? Would I even ever use something like that? Probably not. It's cool to think about, but just the idea of a house so big that it requires a live-in staff gives me hives.
Plus, most of the stuff I enjoy, like travelling to developing countries, is just plain safer when you don't have the better part of the GDP of the country you're visiting in your bank account back home.
I spent, I'm pretty sure, less than $8000 all last year. Half of that (give or take) was on rent. Some was food, some gas, some insurance and car. If I had no debt I could live pretty much forever on $10,000 a year. Who needs millions, I'd be happy with enough to pay off my student loans.
Back to more normal food stuff tomorrow. Promise.
Today, though- How much money would it take to change *your* life?