Should material goods really make me this happy?

Am I really so vain that material goods can make me feel happier than I've felt is months? Has my long and arguous search for happiness been unnecisarily drawn out? Can this emptiness that I've fought to fill for so long really be filled by "stuff." The short answer is: yes!

I've been poor too long not to thuroughly enjoy my neat stuff. Namely: POS computer and my amazing internet connection.

So here's the thing, I've been writing half posts all week, so right now I'm publishing as, so who cares, except that this is published, and it won't lay dead forever as a draft!