The early starts I can bear. And Spinnelli's coffee too. The work is new, there're lots of Google searches. And I'm not bored. No, not yet. There is no room for wardrobe malfunction/crisis in my life. Not when morning minutes are precious. So I fixed the problem, for a week, at least. I went shopping alone, early on Saturday. I shopped until I couldn't bring myself to browse through another rack of black skirts. I stopped for an ice-tea here, then went on looking for sensible, but not boring (lord, no) tops. I carefully steered away from from shoes. Difficult indeed. For three skirts, three pairs of pants, and two tops. I'm sorted for this week.
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I'm rather affected by cyclical moodswings at present. Slightly snappy. Also highly volatile. I'd recommend all talk of frizzy hair, splitting seams, and adult responsibility be delayed until further notice.
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Later.