people at work all stressed and bothered (those who turned up anyway, nice empty office). i am all unwound tralala.

i am so fucking relaxed that this morning a cockroach ran up my leg in the shower and it didn't freak me out. i suspect i have my lax depilatory habits to thank, it probably would have moved faster without having to traverse leg hair. i flicked it off my leg, and even wondered how to get it out of the shower alive before i realised it had drowned.

and i have nice shoes. la atavista and benny's mum paved me a yellow brick road. i knew i was in the right place because i saw a pair of green suede ankle boots.

(alas, they were men's. i was tempted, but i didn't)