shopping: never again.

day 2 of semi-week off, which is no longer of indeterminate length.

i start work on monday. yay: money, and soon. increased feeling of self-worth. boo: still tired. house still messy. no paper writing yet.

treadmill: check. best part of my day. then i went to the mall (dramatic organ music, hounds howl, couples snuggle closer). i was determined to find a stupid outfit for the wedding in like 2 weeks. i went to every damn store, many whose existance had escaped my notice until today (cache? rave? nyc & co? it's like the mold in my bathroom, appearing overnight). uttered the same tired phrase over and over again..."i need something specific for a wedding. a v-neck tank top that ties behind your neck. a halter top? is that what kids call them these days? fine. that, in black, to go, now." it took me 4 damn hours and i ended up buying something that is technically a bathing suit. so if anyone throws wine at me during the reception, i'm totally covered.

and the whole time, salespeople kept staring at my midsection. boobs are one thing, i get it, i look at boobs too. but i wanted to be like, no dude i'm not pregnant, that's my fat and i affectionately call it my burrito. he can't talk, he makes it difficult to buy jeans, and i'm a little smarter than he is, so look at me instead.

afterwards, vacuuming and breaking down like 10 boxes while cleaning the dining room was downright fun.