exclamation! A blazer of soft plaid, fine wool; pleated sleeves, boldly gathered, unabashedly feminine. A look at the price and the rest of my exclamation comes out in a sigh, a bit too loud. After that, it's hard to be interested in a blue top that my mom liked. My heart wasn't in it.

24 hour recovery, back I go. This time, a perfect outfit (on sale!) in Black and White. The store always reminds me of Maria. Was it freshman or sophomore year that I went with her for the first time? I tried on a black dress with some complicated layering going on, the "feminized" salesman told me I'm between sizes. We went to A Thousand Villages afterwards and I ate an animal cracker. Sooo long ago.

Partial confirmation of housing in Baton Rouge. I only have one hope - my own bedroom! No kitchen, fine! No living room, fine! No bathroom, NOT fine! Okay, two hopes.

I realize how odd this is, my blog about shopping and clothes! Not to be cliche, but I would much much rather be in school, deep in brachial plexus or wherever we have progressed to. I have more faith, though. With each passing day, I think, it will be okay.