Lenten Confessions

Today I pondered the state of my soul. You see, I am going to hell.
For Lent, I gave up french fry eating and recreational shopping. My participation in Lent is likely the most religious thing I do ... ever (we could get into the whys for my lack of religion, which include a Christian brainwashing summer camp, unpleasantly condescending folks in confirmation class, and a priest who didn't return calls). OK, I've also been trying to read the Bible because it's easier to argue with zealots when you know what you're talking about.
Anyway, I ate not one single salty, golden, crispy, steaming finger of pleasure dipped in tomato ambrosia (aka ketchup). However, I did shop.
Recreational shopping needs to be defined if you are using the term as any sort of guideline. Is shopping recreational if it is premeditated? Online? If you get something at the supermarket that wasn't on your list? Will that Toblerone land a flaming pitchfork in my ass?
So I was thinking I'd like a winter hat that wouldn't flatten and add a few too many (or is it few?) electrons to my hair.
Lent ended March 27 -- about the same time all winter clearance sales end.
What's a girl to do?
I decided that buying a hat would not be recreational shopping because I needed it, kind of. For my hair, you know?
The hat was purple; it matched my scarf. It rung up at $6.66.
Good deal.
Wait. That's the number of the "beast." Hm, maybe shopping for a hat IS recreational.
Hm, I'm going to hell.
Does it help that I gave $5 to the first homeless person I encountered after the purchase?