I'm feeling very passive-aggressivey

So I went for retail therapy today. A.J. Wright's clearance racks were massive to behold, so I got two skirts and two tops (for under $20). The tops have poofy sleeves. Short, but definitely poofy. They make me smile.

There was one shirt that I considered getting, and had it been a little less snug around the middle, I would have just for the amusement factor alone. When I buttoned it up all the way (to a high, Victorian-esque collar), I felt very much like an anachronistic Anne of Avonlea. That or a Michael Jackson fembot. It was awesome, if very, very silly.

This week has been horrible. The last two weeks have been horrible, really. Not the little stuff, that's been fine and dandy. Just the big, overwhelming pit where my heart used to be is being a bit of a bother.

Sorry. Just watched Labyrinth. Melodrama must have rubbed off on me a bit. I hope it doesn't act like the Bog of Eternal Stench and stick to me for the rest of my life. That would become a bit dreary after a few days.

Anyway, today didn't bring with it the Doom and Gloom I feared it might, so perhaps things will get better eventually. But it's still sucky where I currently sit, even if there is hope for a better future.

Right. Enough of this self-pity. For tonight, anyway. I have to save up some to exploit tomorrow, after all.

Good night, my friends. I hope you all have a fantastic weekend!