Happy Fun Cog

I put thousands of dollars on my credit card to furnish a new apartment - a new couch (which I've never had before), a new desk, a new kitchen table, a new this, a new that. And for what? So I can make my little niche in yuppidom more comfortable? I'm becoming what I always swore that I wouldn't - somebody who puts themselves in debt for material goods that don't really mean that much to them, and as such sticks with a job that means nothing because of the financial security it provides.