But somehow b/w the front door of CompUSA and the PDA section I came to the realization that all I needed was a notebook and a pen, and I already have plenty of those. Plus, how Austin-techie bastard would I be if I was hanging out in a coffee house writing bad poetry on a Palm Pilot? Plus, I somehow managed to write a good 5 pages worth of story last night at Mozart's without any technological aids. Typing them into the 'puter afterwards wasn't that much of a pain, and it gave me a chance to proofread.
So it looks like my wallet is safe for the time being. Maybe my soul is as well.