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[solafiamma]

My shoe smells like dog crap even though I've washed it three times. I might just have to throw it in the trash and walk home all shoe-less and pathetic. Maybe people will give me their spare change -- lots and lots and lots of it -- and, if they give me enough, I'll be able to buy another pair! This is glass-half-full thinking, isn't it? Well, it sucks. I just want my foot to stop stinking. Is that too much to ask?

Guess what I didn't do this weekend? I didn't:

- write (other than adding sixty or seventy words to my Honey story, most of which were adjectives, adverbs or "he said"s
- finish "Reading Lolita in Tehran"
- strip wallpaper
- buy groceries

I suck. And I smell. It's all quite horribly tragical.