I was supposed to stay at home and work in the tiny studio but I decided at the last minute that I could not bear to sacrifice the typography book I had put on reserve at the bookshop, under the expectation that I was going to get my paycheck but then I found out too late that I would not.
The reservation was only until today and I had to brave the Christmas rush crowds on a payday weekend in the biggest mall in the city. Layer the heavy traffic and the nonstop rain.
The book was worth it, though. It took a chunky bite out of the money that I have budgeted to last for another four weeks. But a quick scan revealed that it is exactly the kind of reference book I need to grow the seeds for my creative exhibit. I could not risk letting go of it when it is already reserved under my name and it has been so hard to find.
It was one of those crazy choices. Almost like a test. I like to think I passed.