Maybe this has happened to you, too, this funny thing: when you have no money to spend, everything you see, you want. But when you're flush, full pockets and intent on spending, nothing catches your fancy.
This happened to me yesterday in a book store, OF ALL PLACES, where I wandered for a good 45 minutes before being able to settle on two paperback novels.
Strange feeling of panic: Am I no longer interested? Do books no longer have a hold on me?
Who the hell am I?