Friday, October 31, 2003
 

Further notice: Yahoo mail account is still inoperative. E-mail me at hotmail or my bellsouth account.

Next up: Just watched What Not to Wear, and I am in love with everything the makeover-ee bought. Someone needs to give me a Visa with $5000. ::bats eyes::

While we're on the subject of clothes, my orange turtleneck died, and I need a new one. J. Crew has some good ones (here, here, here), but they all have to be dry cleaned (to say nothing of the price). Errrgh.

Yet more clothes: It was unseasonably warm today (beautiful, according to me; hot, according to everyone else), and I got to crack out my latest eBay purchase, a wonderful Moda International vintagey dress, plus my beloved heels. I also like to think that walking my daily miles in heels burns more calories than doing the same in flats. It's my dream world; it can operate however I please. Nyah.

So, while we're talking about being out of it: Do you ever fantasize about being in a mental institution? It begins to look like a vacation. As routine-addicted as I am, it sounds perfectly beautiful. People would bring me my meds in those little paper cups, and maybe I could even wear my slippers all day. Someone would at least have to act like they cared whether I get out of bed in the morning or not. My previous fantasy, along these same lines, was old-school TB sanatorium. I'd still go for that, too, of course. Basically, what I want to do here is stop dealing with reality altogether. Cover my ears and hum. That sort of thing. I think I could deal with things better if there were windows between me and the world, and if I could just watch from a safe, sheltered distance. Yes, that's selfish. Yes, that's juvenile. It's my party here, people.

Wah, wah, wah.

Elvisette philosophized at 11:13 PM