The shopping fates have smiled upon me once again, and I can hardly contain myself. If it were possible, I'd go to bed right now, if only to be just a single night's sleep away from being able to walk down to the optometrist and beg for fake lenses to be installed. As it is now, I'm going to go out for a few drinks while slowly turning myself ( Read more... )

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So this is what they call "days off". Crazy shit, to be sure. I cleaned frantically to prepare for the scads of random internet strangers who think they might want to live in a small room with no windows for $250 a month, and now I'm left to laze about in the patches of sun that move across the floor of the living room in steady succession, waiting ( Read more... )