Earlier today, I said that it had been the kind of day where I was going to buy vodka on the way home from work, but that I'd need to nap before I could drink any of it.
I got the vodka. I did not get the nap. (Who has two thumbs and is going to sleep well tonight? HA HA THIS GUY.)
My quest for purple shoes continues. Target is having a 75% off sale and I had a gift certificate, so I ordered
these two on Monday. And then, about 30 minutes ago as I was making dinner, I checked to see if the
purple wedges I wanted were back in stock at Zappos. They were; one pair; so I ordered them, too.
Um. The fact that I have a shoe problem isn't news, right? (I may be indulging in some retail therapy. Work is insane.)
I stayed up ridiculously late last night. I reached the point of no return in The Disorderly Knights, and I couldn't go to bed until I finished it. Once I did at half three, I said some blistering curses for a while, and then flailed around going, "ARRRRRRRRGH." I immediately stuffed Pawn in Frankincense in my bag so that I could start reading it on the way to work this morning. I can blame no one but myself. I was warned.
And now, vodka!