Misery Chick

This isn't right. I have a day off from work, and Canada Day coming up on Monday. Somehow I'm extremely depressed.

Maybe it's because I went shopping today. To some, this is the highlight of their week, the epitome of fun, the best thing to do with free time. Ho hum. But, you see, when you have low self-esteem to begin with, going shopping and having people gawk at how bad/funny/weird you look is not the best thing to do to boost morale. I started out the day with a smile on my face and got home crying on the floor. Well, not really, but you get the point. I am a misery chick. Joy.

In other news, I got new sandals. Comfy, beautiful, don't-need-to-look-good-in-them sandals.