NEED A TEENAGE RIOT JUST TO GET OUT OF BED
My day was bloated by lots and lots of clothes shopping. I'm pretty ashamed to say that I face you now with three new skirts, a pair of jeans, a pair of black slacks, a pair of pajamas, a button-down shirt, a turtleneck, and five sweaters more than I had yesterday. Some of that comes from the Goodwill, but still, ugh. Too much mixing and matching to be done. Too, too much. At least I won't have to worry about having enough work-appropriate clothes for a while. Say, "Hi there, clothes horse."