When All Else Fails

…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?


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