…cruise the ‘net for sexy summer sandals.
Going through a rough patch personally right now and preparing for big, big changes ahead. So, I’m doing what I do best. And you know what? It turns out it ain’t writing!
I’ve found like four pair of sandals that I want for crazy cheap and will be ordering them tomorrow.
I’ve been online for hours reading blogs, checking email (of which there is none) and looking for things that I don’t really need to be spending money on and pretty soon won’t have the room to store.
I could be writing instead. They say it’s therapeutic. And if I wrote something worth reading, it could even be financially rewarding.
But. I think I’d rather be shopping. Or sleeping. Or eating.
Damn it. Am I depressed?