It seems that my Materialistic Guilt Complex has become complete; I bought Selma Songs by Björk and Life in Cartoon Motion by Mika yesterday for a total of £8.88 and spent today hating myself for such greedy wastefulness. It’s not such a curse; at least my neuroses are directed primarily at myself now (I handed somebody their just-bought PS3 yesterday without feeling a desire to force-feed them all of the meals that the price of their extravagant materialism could have otherwise bought* [for some reason - timing and astonished disbelief, I think - the PS3 has become the emblem of my hatred for capitalist and social selfishness]), and the end result is that I waste far less money, give more to charity and feel generally like a nice sort of fellow. But the hangover is certainly depressing after I slip up and - golly gosh - spend any money.

*7,000.