Sorry for the dead air – it’s been the kind of week that even I can’t bring myself to joke about. An acquaintance of mine died very suddenly and unexpectedly. I wasn’t close to her, but good friends of mine were and it’s been about as devastating for them as you can imagine.
And that’s about all I really want to say about that. Today I bought some very big stompy boots, which made me happier than I’ve been all week, especially as there was a very proper-looking grey-haired gentleman in the store with me inspecting a pair of platform stiletto heels. For his daughter, perhaps? His daughter the stripper? I love Camden.
And, thinking back…yes, that has been the single amusing incident of my week. Hopefully things will perk up soon, or this is going to turn into one of those mopey goth journals with lots of bad poetry comparing my soul to a barren wasteland and various other bits of non-desirable real estate. NOBODY NEEDS THAT.