I am fresh out of magical solutions to the recent Year Of Continuing Suckage, so I did what any red-blooded American female with a weakness for cute shoes would do: I spent a couple of weeks dressing up to see if it helped me feel better.
Read all about it over at Off Our Chests, if you like. Mostly because I’m pretty sure that two consecutive weeks of me wearing mascara every single day is one of the signs of the Apocalypse.
Might I suggest nail polish on the toes; you can hide them away if you wish or take them out for a grin :)
I love David Sedaris!!!!
If you’re still stuck on stuff to write, I’d be interested to see you jot down a day in the life. Like, how your usual day is structured.