I keep on telling myself that I need to get a job.
And then I realize that I have nowhere to go and no one to go out with. And thus, money has no use for me.
Besides, sitting at home and reading a seemingly endless supply of books with a giant bowl of sherbet and a huge glass of green tea seems like a nice existence in my book.
Until I run out of sherbet and try to make some more. And then I will wish that I had money for the ingredients..