Retail therapy

I was off-focus Monday. Definitely nothing as strong as colloquial depression or anything, but just a bit out of sorts mainly from various stresses. So I bought stuff: three books and a pair of shoes and really good beer and fresh fish from Whole Foods. The dinner was great and shoes always make me feel good, even when they are utilitarian in that they're merely replacing dead sneakers. This led my friend Amy to refer to me as her Carrie Bradshaw friend. There are worse things to be.